Brain fizzing

I went to the bookstore last night, and I’m not quite sure what’s going to happen to my brane over the next week.

My downstairs book is Neal Stephenson’s Cryptonomicon.

My upstairs book is Terry Pratchett’s Wintersmith.

My car book (for when I’m waiting in the car, I don’t read-drive) is an oldish Ruth Rendell thriller, for a bit of relative predictability.

I may be stranger than usual for a bit.

Categories: Culture


9 replies

  1. I’m intrigued, Tigtog — what is this upstairs, downstairs dichotomy in your reading practices? And how long do you end up waiting in the car?
    I’ve always been a bit mystified by toilet-reading, too — just how long do some people spend in there?

  2. I read fast. My idea of a nice little break is to read a chapter of one of my current books. So I have several books on the go in places where they are convenient to hand.
    The downstairs book is for grabbing when I have a cup of tea and I sit outside in the garden for 10-15 minutes, topping up the vitamin D. Sometimes I do get caught up for significantly longer/more chapters, as I am usually made aware by the phone ringing.
    The upstairs book is for reading at bedtime, and for grabbing when I have to sit on the loo for (ahem) a longer time than some other times (straining due to being in a rush at those times is not good for one, after all).
    The car-reading is for when I’m doing my mum’s-taxi routine and waiting for the kids to make the rendezvous point. Kids dawdle, doncha know.

  3. so so & whattca reckon re Wintersmith? Spill the memes….

  4. Ah, Bernice – I’ve hardly started yet! I’ve been really tired this week and haven’t got much bedtime reading done – I wake up an hour later with my specs askew and groggily turn off the light.
    I’ll ahve reading time this weekend though.

  5. Heh. I have my bookshelf of Pratchetts, and there is always one within reach for bedside reading. And re-reading. And re-re-reading. My family room book is Caroline Moorehead’s biography of Martha Gellhorn. The book I Have Snuck From One Of The Kids is Blood Fever, by Charlie Higson. And the book by the puter is David Lange’s autobiography, because we are one of only five families in NZ still on dial-up, and you can watch a frozen screen for only so long.

  6. Toilet reading? Guilty as charged your honour, but I think I compensate by also reading while I’m eating and in bed, two more acceptable locations. Current dunny tome is Robert Graves’ I Claudius, while the bed book is Helen Garner’s Monkey Grip.

  7. well LadLitter, we thank god that Monkey Grip isn’t your ‘dunny read’.
    I have the attention span of a canary and have to read while blogging too.
    presently, A Big Life of Jenny Kee lends itself to that style of reading.
    By the bed I have London A Biography by Ackroyd.

  8. Revisiting:
    For Bernice: the memes of Wintersmith are coping with inadvertently inspiring a stalker who doesn’t really see you-the-person (only you-the-ideal), more exploration of the idea of witchery as finding and filtering the “edges” of vast sprawling cosmic patterns (plus the old headology, although that term isn’t used in this book), and more coming-of-age.
    I’m finding myself glad that Cryptonomicon is such an episodic book: it lends itself to picking up for brief intervals, although I’m finding it absorbing enough that I make the effort to take with me in the car now. I utterly adore any book which can plop a sentence like this into the middle of a high-geekery description of the set-up of a room for a business presentation:

    Eb stalks back into the room with an overhead projector dangling from one hand, looking for a moment like Beowulf brandishing a monster’s severed arm.


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