Recently readI finally got my hands on
Stay Sexy & Don’t Get Murdered, the …memoir? …advice book? by
My Favorite Murder co-hosts Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark! Surprisingly, given the title – and the selling point of ‘hey, your favorite true crime/comedy podcast hosts have written a book!’ – there’s not a lot of discussion of murder. (Probably a good thing— their storytelling style of enthusing with friends over a mutual interest meets book report started the night before it was due probably wouldn’t hold up well as a published book on true crime cases.) The premise is more: here’s how we fucked up, and here’s some other stuff that fucked us up, and here’s what we learned/how to deal with it. I’m glad I read it... but glad I waited for two months to read it on Libby instead of paying actual money for it.
Another long-awaited Libby hold I read this week was Elizabeth McCracken’s
Bowlaway, which is, to quote NPR, “a wonderfully unpredictable multi-generational saga which revolves around a Massachusetts bowling alley.” With this premise, I wasn’t expecting the amount of deeply bizarre misfortune that struck the Truitt-Sprague family, including
( spoilers ) Despite all that, McCracken keeps the tone light, with a breezy, whimsical narrative style. She also has a habit of dropping hints about her characters’ futures – who marries who, who dies how – that, at least in the latter case, are both purposefully misleading and exactly what it says on the tin, so when it finally happens, it’s satisfying as both the ‘ah-ha!’ moment of a prophesy fulfilled and a plot twist for the distinctly weirder than you originally assumed. The other books I thought of most while reading this one were
Boy, Snow, Bird (interracial family in early 20th century Massachusetts; secret/misrepresented identities/pasts) and
The Mermaid and Mrs. Hancock (middle-aged romance; the thing that makes a family’s fortune bringing misfortune.)
Finished a couple of Agatha Christie novels—
The Body in the Library and
Five Little Pigs. I’d always assumed that Ariadne Oliver was a fictional stand-in for Christie herself, but apparently she does in fact exist in the same universe as Miss Marple! In
The Body in the Library, a little boy shows off his detective-story credentials by mentioning he’d gotten autographs from a number of detective novelists, including Agatha Christie and Dorothy Sayers. (Wait, does Miss Marple exist in the same universe as Hercule Poirot? What detective fiction is Agatha Christie writing in her Marple-and-Poirot ’verse if not, well, Marple and Poirot?)
Finally, I read
Picnic at Hanging Rock, by Joan Lindsay. It was - to call water wet and the sky blue - incredibly dark. I really liked it, though; especially how the environment was not so much a background detail/local flavor as a thread of the story in itself. Instead of being framed as man vs. nature, it was like, nature vs. ‘ha, who are we kidding, there is no contest here, nature existed before the actions of man and it will continue on for long after.’
( Thoughts. )Currently readingVanity Fair update: I’m once again fully sympathetic to Becky; at this point, she’s basically trying to network her way into high society, and networking is the worst. Meanwhile, Amelia’s storyline has gone full Georges Pontmercy, as she’s been forced to give up custody of her son to his wealthy, horrible grandfather and strict spinster aunt, who hate her.
Next on listI’m nearing the top of the waiting list for Laila Lalami’s
The Other Americans on Libby! I’ve also heard good things about
Trick Mirror, the new book of essays by
New Yorker writer Jia Toletino, but my library doesn’t appear to have either a physical or digital copy available yet.