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2001-02-06 The aftermath of what I've come to think of as the INTRUDER incident has been unpredictable. Initially B was freaked out and I was a little impatient with him, then I had one day of general edginess myself. He's taking it harder than I am, hasn't had a decent night's sleep since it happened. We are having an alarm system installed tomorrow; I hope that will give him some peace of mind. In other news, hmm, what? Ever since the whole election mess got settled in December I've been listening to books on tape in the car instead of to National Public Radio. (I don't mind the news blackout aspect of this, I have to say.) I've been picking up books from the public library I wouldn't ordinarily read, but enjoy never the less. Here's what I've listened to over the past month or two:
Most of the women who read the books on tape have really annoying voices, overly perky and "actressy" as a rule. Oh, yeah, I also got a tape of some New Yorker stories, including a wonderful John Updike story read by Updike himself, and Lorrie Moore's "People Like That Are the Only People Here" (the pediatric oncology story) read by the fabulous Frances McDormand. I wish she'd record some novels; I could listen to her all day. Now I realize I've given all this attention to these books and given short shrift to the ones I've read. My newest discovery is Robert Cohen, who's written three novels. I read the second one, The Here and Now, and am partway through the newest, Inspired Sleep. He's very good. � � |