Oh, dearest God in heaven, another book for the TBR pile:
Susan Cheever’s latest work, however, brings new life to the well-known literary personages who produced such cherished works as “The Scarlet Letter, Moby-Dick, Walden,” and “Little Women.” Rendering in full color the tumultuous, often scandalous lives of these volatile and vulnerable geniuses, Cheever’s dynamic narrative reminds us that, while these literary heroes now seem secure of their spots in the canon, they were once considered avant-garde, bohemian types, at odds with the establishment.
I have no willpower, I must have it!
You know, I figured out why I’ve been so compulsive about book buying the past few months (and I mean a true bookaholic, like when you get into debt from book buying binges or get a hangover from too much reading over the weekends): I am avoiding writing.
Yes, just when you thought all forms of writer’s block have been discovered and cataloged, yours truly comes up with another, potentially lethal (at least in the bank account) form.
In other news, if you live in the Bay Area, by all means see the Berkeley Repertory Theater’s production of To the Lighthouse. It’s a top-notch production and amazingly true to Woolf’s novel.
Upon seeing it, I immediately rushed home to reread my copy. And I’ve started Julia Briggs’ Virginia Woolf: An Inner Life (amazing) and found in a used bookstore a text called Virginia Woolf and the Real World.
I think I need to start a 12-step program just for bookaholics. Step one: Admit you are powerless over the power of the written word!