Been trying to back off from the knitting for a bit so as to catch up on reading, but haven’t been able to penetrate some of the latest must-read titles. Bel Canto reads beautifully but elegaically, making it a bit of a slog; and Kite Runner, well, I just can’t seem to push past the first 50 pages. The Harlot’s book is clever, and I’ve been dipping in and out, and there are lots of juicy nuggets in the new “green” issue of Vanity Fair, but nothing has grabbed me by the throat and said, “Dude, read me or die.”
This comes the closest: One God Clapping: The Spiritual Path of a Zen Rabbi. It’s a fascinating memoir that spans the spiritual landscape of the ‘60s and ‘70s. I’m enjoying it thoroughly. But what the rabbi hasn’t explained is why he felt compelled to spend the better part of a decade on his tuchas? Maybe that comes later.
You guys reading anything?