More books

Two gifts and three purchases; shelved.

This morning I finished Paradise Lost, but it remains on the stack beside my favorite chair because I am rereading it, this time for a Roundtable course. Other books I’m (re)reading for Roundtable courses this month include Interpreter of Maladies (Jhumpa Lahiri; 1999), The Color of Water (James MacBride; 1995), Troilus and Criseyde (Chaucer; 1380), and Troilus and Cressida (Shakespeare; 1602). For my reread of Dante’s Inferno, which will continue through November, I am using both Mary Jo Bang’s translation and John Aitkin Carlyle’s. With my daughters I’m reading The Magician’s Nephew (C.S. Lewis; 1955) and Stories of Your Life and Others (Ted Chiang; 2002). In advance of the first episode of A Great Book with Barack Obama, I’m reading The Fire Next Time (James Baldwin; 1963). My husband and I continue our slow read of Oliver Ready’s translation of Crime and Punishment. And before bed most nights, I read a few pages of Murder Book: A Graphic Memoir of a True Crime Obsession (Hilary Fitzgerald Campbell; 2021), which absolutely delights this unabashed true crime (and graphic works) fan.

At the Art Institute again

We arrived in time to take advantage of member hour, entering before the rains began. My photos show “Public Park” by Ker-Xavier Roussel, “Mother and Child” by Julius Gabri Melchers, “Untitled (Fumage)” by Wolfgang Paalen, “Portrait of Joaneta Obrador” by Joan Miró, “Casaguba” by Ben Nicholson, “New York” by Hedda Sterne, and “Woman on a Forest Path” by Ben Enwonwu.

New books

A reading friend sent me the Brooks and the Quashie; an article in The Atlantic led me to the Rosenberg biography; and because I owned only a tattered mass paperback of Frank’s diary, I picked up the definitive edition. (If you’re considering Anne Frank: The Exhibition, I would say, Go. It’s moving and important if a bit basic.) Late last week we visited the Kenosha Public Museum for fossils and the watercolor exhibition. (I cast my “people’s choice” vote for “A World of Design” by Thomas Schaller. See below.) On the way home, we stopped at a delightful independent bookstore, where I picked up The Stone Catchers.