Here are three better titles for this book: A Tale of Two Groupies by Patti Smith What I was wearing in 1969 by Patti Smith That time Alan Ginsberg Mistook Me for a ‘Pretty Boy’ and Tried to Seduce Me with a Cup of Coffee and 6% of a Sandwich, Because Apparently That’s the Most… Continue reading Just Kids by Patti Smith
You know me, there’s going to be spoilers. I’ve never in my life read Russian Literature™. I’m told by Russian Lit™ fans, Lolita doesn’t count and even though I have no personal reference, I do actually agree with them based on what I’ve heard. That being said I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, though I’ve… Continue reading The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov
(Do I even have to say it?) Spoilers It always takes me a few chapters to get used to older books. It takes a while to remember it used to be perfectly acceptable to suck super hard. And I’m too Thoroughly Modern Millie for that mess, so I‘m reading like: “Oh shit!” “Jesus, Steinbeck” “WTF?”… Continue reading East of Eden by John Steinbeck
In the book, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, there is a chapter dedicated to Junior and his friend Rowdy going out into woods and climb this tree that they climb all the time. Alexie waxed poetically about the trees in the Pacific North West. Being from that area, it made me super… Continue reading The Eagle Tree by Ned Hayes
This book has to be one of the weirdest, longest, most round about ways anyone has ever tried to start shit with me.