Photo Courtesy Galerie Perrotin
Pharrell Williams is trying on another interesting hat: Curator. Next month, the musician is to unveil an exhibition titled “Girl” — the same moniker as his sophomore album, and a forthcoming scent with Comme des Garçons — at Emmanuel Perrotin’s new space in Paris, the Salle de Bal. For More
Short Book Reviews: Let’s do this
Her, A Memoir by Christa Parravani: When one is writing a memoir, you must read a lot of memoirs…and this one is fantastic. It’s gruesome, gritty, and not for the faint of heart. BUT…the ending was pure magic. It was so beautifully concluded and justly served. Parravani freely shares the deep bond that identical twins carry, and her painting of a sisterly dynamic is spot on.
Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson: EVERYONE seems to be in love with this book. I am more impressed with how Lawson got a book deal (by loudly challenging blogger Heather Armstrong in a rather public arena, and in turn catching the eye of an agent). While Lawson is very, very funny, I just couldn’t resonate with her writing style- it felt way, way too casual to keep my interest. Lawson also breaks the 4th wall in speaking directly to the reader while lamenting her editors. I laughed like crazy over some of the photos, but it just wasn’t enough to get me past the halfway point.
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt: Not surprised at all that this nabbed a Puliter Prize. It was long, wordy, and absolutely brilliant. This book felt very personal to me- maybe because the protagonist shares the same name as my dog (and therefore, my affection), or perhaps it is because I have a son and no parent wants to view their child roaming the world disconnected. Get your hands on it, it’s worthy of your time.
Divergent by Veronica Roth: The first book in a YA series had me intrigued. It felt awkward that a futuristic, dystopian society was located in Chicago, but that could be overlooked. Still, it was thrilling if not predictable. The other two remaining books in the series? Dragggggged on. I couldn’t muster enough interest to finish them.
That’s going to feel like a million bucks.
By Luis Padron
Oh, how I long for this…
After reading about the results of the Boston Marathon, I HAD to go for a run. Had to.
Time was not on my side. Wells was due to eat lunch and then take a nap. The tires on our jogging stroller were embarrassingly low on air. But TO HELL with excuses.
I strapped my son in, tied up my sneaks, and together, we ran. It felt absolutely fantastic (probably because we only ran 1 mile), like a tiny nod of homage to Meb Keflezighi’s epic accomplishment.
I can’t wait to do it again tomorrow.
© Line Klein
Brunch Upgrade: Get ready for Easter brunch with this eggy dish featuring unusual but delicious ingredients like sunflower seeds, cumin, yogurt and avocado.
Follow up: Writer’s Open Mic Night
I let my fears run wild here, and then I chatted a little bit about it here. But here’s the general recap of standing in front of an audience and reading something you wrote: it makes you feel very naked and very insecure. Oh, and I should mention that while I was wearing a perfectly acceptable outfit that day, TWO people (one of them my own father) made polite reference to me changing clothes. So you know, that really sent my confidence into overdrive.
Was I nervous? Yep. I felt 100% unqualified and foolish (I think I also mentioned hurling at one point, that was most definitely an option).
But I did what anyone in that self-doubting situation would do: I put on my favorite scarf (I swear that thing needs it’s own post one of these days), walked right out the door, and decided to just get it over with, already.
The group that assembled was a motley crew…reading all sorts of genres in all kinds of forms. Every age group was represented. All the driving stakes that claim, “these are my stories” were driven into the ground with courage. These writers shared deeply and honestly. It was remarkably moving…over a week later I’m still haunted by a few plot lines and dialogue that were read (note: sign of a very good writer…when I’m thinking about the text long after I put the book down).
I read a short nonfiction essay I had written titled ‘Movie’; it has since been published on ThatLitSite.com.
In trying new things, we become new people. My writing has a fresh set of eyes and a more determined heart. When everything in your mind rushes to the word NO, sometimes it really is okay to just say ‘yes.’
Can’t wait to stomp around in our new sandals 👍
I realllly like these.