The only thing worse than January is…. drum roll… February! The second month of the year tends to be colder in Chicago – colder and snowier. Plus, you think hey, March is around the corner, so it’s almost spring, right? Nope and nooooope. March may have stray warmer, sunnier moments here and there,… Read More January in Review: Books and Bitchery
After a long stretch of feeling pretty okay, insomnia and that black dog depression reared their ugly heads once again. The all too familiar slide began before Christmas. I thought once the holidays passed I’d bounce back; a couple weeks later, I realized that wasn’t going to happen without intervention. You can’t be… Read More Daily: Bits & Bob’s yer uncle
I’m expanding the focus of Bluestalking to include more personal stuff, more about my life outside books and writing. We’ll see how it goes. Today, it’s personal. Mum had a Charles-and-Diana wedding mug that had survived longer than the marriage itself. Mum had worshipped Princess Di and frequently lamented her passing. “Gone,” she… Read More Daily: Mind/Body balance for the extraordinarily lazy
It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like the Dismal Reality of Winter I don’t miss a lot of things about pre-divorce holidays, things like awkward gift-giving between myself and my ex, long after the intimacy of friendship had expired. Even the years I tried buying things I thought he’d appreciate – difficult because… Read More New Year, New [Insert Stupid Platitude]
It’s a real problem for the reading and book tracking obsessed: must you add books half-finished at the end of 2017 to that year’s tally (post-mortem, as it were), even if you don’t finish them until 2018, or is it morally justified migrating them to first reads of 2018? My Code of Ethics Regarding… Read More Reading at the tail end of 2017: Ethical dilemmas thereof, and the future of my blog
Quiet in my house this Christmas Eve. In the oven baking is a frozen beef and stout pie, in the fridge a six-pack of Stella Artois – an appropriately light drink with such heavy food. It smells wonderful, and suits my resistance to anything resembling actual cooking. This year, especially. Yes, okay, every year. Whatever. Shut… Read More Happy Christmas Eve.
When you haven’t blogged for a fairly significant amount of time it’s all the harder writing a new post – partly due to the drag of guilt. Falling terribly behind, in this and obligations in general, embarrasses and discourages me. The longer a thing lies dormant, the bigger it looms. Ultimately, it’s a goddamn blog,… Read More On the horizon: the next big thing
This topic keeps recurring for me. It’s a current focus of my life, a daily practice, as I continue the nesting process. It’s also an about-face, a total change from the old me. Post-Scotland, I am not the person I was. I can’t immediately think of one way this isn’t a positive. For years I’ve… Read More The moral (and mental) rightness of minimalism: more lessons learned
I miss the good old days when I had me a rich husband to pay for my subscription to the Sunday New York Times. There’s nothing on earth like a thick slab of newsprint slamming onto your driveway once a week, leaving a rectangle-shaped imprint in the asphalt. Even once I peeled off the sections… Read More A little book therapy goes a long way.
Rather than being acclaimed as masterpiece of sleuthing, there was a decidedly negative reaction to Gatti’s investigation. Most people felt that Ferrante’s multi-decade anonymity had been unnecessarily violated, and crucially without her consent. – David O’Dwyer, Irish Times I was reading a brief article in the Irish Times this morning on the topic… Read More How well do we know authors? How well should we?: Elena Ferrante Unmasked