I’m a sucker for any kind of book meme floating around on the internets.
Books I’m Reading:
- The Feast of the Goat, by Mario Vargas Llosa. I’m on Chapter 3 and I’m only just getting into it.
The last book I finished was Carpe Jugulum by Terry Pratchett.
Book I’m Writing: Uhh not really doing that right now. I’m trying to finish this short story about this mad scientist who teaches volunteer classes for kids at a local community center, but it’s been a tough slog despite the encouraging words from my writing group. I’ve also been writing a lot of random things about childhood in Colombia.
I really would really LIKE to write a novel one day, not necessarily about Colombia. I don’t really know what it would be about. In high school I had a lot of ideas for novels. I kept a list of them, the way you would keep a list of R.E.M. or Tori Amos albums.
I don’t know if I would ever be able to write a historical kind of novel like Feast of the Goat, even though I have a LOT of respect for that kind of heavy, research-intensive writing.
Some ideas I have had for novels, at one point or another:
– a post-apocalyptic story set in rural South America, in which a bunch of little kids run around and are really dirty.
– a collection of linked short stories about kids growing up in Colombia or Mexico (sounds very similar to above)
– an epic Umberto Eco-esque novel about Lazzarro Spallanzani, a 13th-century biologist (this might be more akin to historical fantasy like the movie “Amadeus” as opposed to something super historically rigid). I just love that name!
– I have always wanted to write something about Irish immigrants in Central or South America. I just think the Irish are really cool.
– A year or two ago my sister bought everyone in my family all these kidnapping books, written by these survivors of FARC kidnappings, and she talked a lot about how interesting she found captivity narratives. I would love to write a captivity narrative. I don’t know what it would be about or what it would be like–the phrase “captivity narrative” is as far as I have gotten.
– I would love to move to Argentina, Uruguay and/or Chile, live there and get a feel for the places, and then write a book about book-loving detectives, as a homage to Piglia, Onetti, Bolaño and Borges.
– A novel about my Portuguese grandfather, his fisherman ancestry in the Azores, his asthmatic childhood in Connecticut and his Hollywood aspirations.
Book I Love Most: Uy-uy-uy. Anne Tyler’s Saint Maybe never fails to make me feel not sad about the world. Infinite Jest is inspiring. “Hamlet” is incomparable. David Lodge’s Therapy is unbeatable comfort food. I feel more ambivalent about Garcia Marquez now than I did in high school but I think Cien Años de Soledad will never be a book that I don’t recommend to people. I think more than anything else, these are the works I turn to for comfort again and again and again, or if I want to remind myself what literature is capable of.
Last Book I Received As A Gift: Mmm I guess the books I got for Christmas–Ulysses, Philip K. Dick’s Exegesis. I bought myself The Hunger Games so maybe that counts as a gift.
Last Book I Gave As A Gift: I guess all those cookbooks to my little bro, or Wolf Hall and Wintering: A Novel of Sylvia Plath to my mom, and The Marriage Plot to my sis.
Nearest Book: The Feast of the Goat, sitting right next to me for a bedtime read (it’s late!!). The other nearest book to me is the Tibetan Book of Yoga, another gift.