This past week I was playing tour guide to a couple friends who enjoyed themselves and may come back to Montreal for the Jazz Festival. Since they live in NYC we don’t get to see each other nearly as much as we’d like. Now that I’ve tended to daily matters I can catch up on a couple memes guilt free.
I try to travel and/or catch some music if I can. Back in February I spent a few days in NYC. In brief, I saw friends, art gazed, walked a lot, and attended the release gala for Catherynne M. Valente’s Palimpsest and its soundtrack Quartered by S.J. Tucker. It was a fun-filled artsy adventure, to say the least.
I think I’ll be surprised if anything I read the rest of this year will top Palimpsest or Ursula Le Guin’s the Lathe of Heaven. Both were exceptionally phenomenal for their ideas, the imagery, and the writing. At times, they were also horrific in their own way. I highly recommend both of them.
So far this year my least favourite is Margaret Atwood’s Bodily Harm. The story trudged along until about page 100. If it weren’t for that or the jumping back and forth incoherently between current and past events it would probably be better. I know I’m not the only one to say that if one wants to read Atwood, skip this one. The Handmaid’s Tale is far better.