I went home last night to surprise my dad for Father’s Day, and on my back to the city this evening took a handful of books with me. It is sad to go back to my old room and see all the bookshelves brimming with my favorites. I don’t live there anymore. I am sick of searching aimlessly through my shelves here in the city and coming up empty. So I carried home a little sampling of my favorites: a Salinger, a Vonnegut, a Barnes, a Plascencia, an Eggers, a Calvino, a Coetzee. Just the basics. But what I really want is two of everything, like my toothbrush I leave upstate for last minute weekends. Sometimes I need last minute books. And the library upstate isn’t open when I get these rushed urges to re-read On Beauty. And the library doesn’t like it when the pages fold forward from the steamy vapor of the bathtub.
Subway MapSubway Philosophy is about New York, culture, sex, publishing, memories, alcohol, or a combination of the above. Originally taken from drunken musings on the subway, it has evolved into something extraordinarily similar to most young blogs: which is to say, redundant, romantic, and woefully introspective.
Current Subway ReadingWhite Teeth