Reading

There hasn't been much smut writing, but I've been reading a lot.

On Friday I finished Lynne Truss' Talk to the Hand. It's more interesting when it talks about social isolation of modern life (too many choices, computers are making us isolated, etc.) than when she talks about manners because that topic is very culture specific.

Yesterday I finished Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife by Mary Roach. It wasn't that good. She is neither a skeptic nor a believer, which is good, but I find her too droll for my tastes. She reminds me of David Sedaris with their similiar I'm-too-smart-for-this-room-(and-so-are-you) smug superiority. Everytime she meets someone with a 'funny' accent (whether in Coventry or Tennessee), I want to punch her in the face.

I didn't even feel like getting started on Caryl Phillips' Dancing in the Dark. Why? It just seemed condescending to Southern blacks. I know, I know , I'll give it another try.