In two hours yesterday, I devoured Sherman Alexie's book, The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven, which is the book that Smoke Signals was based on. Readable, pointed and worthwhile without self-pity. I liked it.

I've also read a bunch of other things of late, but I can't remember them. I'm contemplating reading House of Mirth, but to be frank, the film was sooooo depressing on Friday night that I'm not sure I can face it.
I reread Howard's End instead, and an issue of Mother Jones that talks about LA's Skid Row and the evils of pharmaceutical advertising.
posted 3:57 PM

Monday, March 05, 2001

Motherless Brooklyn
posted 2:12 PM

Sean Stewart's Mockingbird, an urban fantasy set in Houston, focusing around a woman's reaction to her voodon mother's death. (I may be oversimpifying to call her mother voodon. There are fetish dolls and possessions in it. I'm frankly too ignorant about Voodoo to be sure.)

I almost always enjoy Sean Stewart's novels, and I really enjoyed this one. It made me miss hot summers in Austin and Pappadeaux. It didn't make me miss Houston, as my whole experience of Houston involves being stuck in various cars trying to drive through it in traffic jams.

posted 2:09 PM