Staten Island Ferry

Image captured by my older daughter.

Three weeks have passed since we departed for our NYC adventure. Sparing my seventy-three readers a cliché about time’s passage, I will confine myself to a bemused (virtual) headshake. 

Reading: I’m more than halfway through The Woman in White and 195 pages into The Magic Mountain. I had thought I would read ahead in New Grub Street, but this week, I simply kept pace with the APS Together schedule. I hope to finish Our Missing Hearts (terrific review here) over the weekend.

Latin and music: The trip, re-entry, and preparation for the upcoming concert left me a bit short of time and energy for my Latin studies, although my husband did help me drill vocabulary on our trip into Chicago last weekend. (We saw Twelfth Night at the Chicago Shakespeare Theater. Recommended.) The two music lessons since my return from NYC were longer to make up for the lesson lost during vacation (yes, she’s a terrific instructor), and the assignments represent greater challenges, which, coupled with band music, require a continuing commitment to regular (and extended) practice.

Perhaps if I were as strict about Latin as I am about music, I might be reading Ovid by now. Sigh.

More when time permits.

Re-entry

A few new books.

My post-vacation “re-entry” included several naps and oversleeping the usual morning alarm twice, but I’ve mostly returned to the rhythms and routines of regular time: Following an eight-day break, I resumed music practice. (Given how well the first two sessions went, I wonder if a periodic respite might have some merit.) Following an unplanned re-read of the delightful From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler (we just visited the Met; how could I not?), I am now reading my second #Victober selection, Wuthering Heights. And my Latin homework is already on my desk for tomorrow.

infinite detail and awareness

Yesterday morning at the dam.

Take it where you can find it, in old phonograph records, old motion pictures, and in old friends; look for it in nature and look for it in yourself. Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget.

— From Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451

Reading plans

And somehow Sunday is October 1. Conventional wisdom indicates that the years flow more quickly as we age; this has certainly become my experience.

This month, I will continue reading / studying Mary Beard’s SPQR for my Latin tutorial and Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain for one of two reading projects a friend and I have undertaken. The mighty algorithms recommended Rodney Symington’s guide to Mann’s tome, and while pricy, it has also been helpful. The second of the reading projects is an exploration of E.B. White’s work, which we began with Charlotte’s Web in September and will continue with Stuart Little in October. The Story of Charlotte’s Web: E. B. White’s Eccentric Life in Nature and the Birth of an American Classic by Michael Sims complemented this month’s reading; in October, I will begin Scott Elledge’s biography of White.

In anticipation of seeing Eurydice at Writers Theatre, I plan to read the play this week. Also up is Fahrenheit 451 for Banned Books Week. Soon, I will finish Drew Gilpin Faust’s Necessary Trouble: Growing Up in Midcentury, which I’m reading in anticipation of the October 8 Book Breaks at Gilder Lehrman Institute of American History. Faust refers to Betty Friedan’s The Feminine Mystique repeatedly, which has prompted me to (finally!) finish that, too.

For the October installment of APS Together, I will reread Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House. (I plan to join them for the November selection, too.) And for my first #Victober, I will tackle the group selection, Anthony Trollope’s The Way We Live Now, and reread Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights, a book I first encountered when I was sixteen. This nearly sixty-year-old is interested in what a difference four-plus decades may make in my interpretation of the text.

At this writing, my train and airplane book choices for the Girls Rule! School reunion trip late in the month are Sherri Tepper’s Gibon’s Decline and Fall and Victor Lavalle’s The Changeling. 

Finally, I’m reasonably close to finishing Ben Goldsmith’s beautiful God Is an Octopus.