There are deficiencies and lackings about me that you may never find out about in the course of our relationship. Sometimes it weighs on me until I can't get away from my own thoughts.
I am compelled to tell you that I have never read a single word written by Laura Ingalls Wilder.
What a loser, right? I know.
I have read Anne of Green Gables, but it wasn't my idea. After reading The Grapes of Wrath for the first time, I was so depressed that I shuffled like a zombie up to the elementary school bus stop with my kids and another mother understood and prescribed an immediate application of a sunshine book to wipe away the gloom. It worked and then I went back to my own literary and pop culture selections.
For instance, right now, I'm reading Dino - High Living In the Dirty Business of Dreams. Who could not be interested in a thing like this? Any review that indicates that you will be reading things like "wallowed in the excesses of Hollywood and the Rat Pack" and "booze-and-pill-addled haze" makes it practically irresistible to me. And we didn't even get to the mafia connections yet. Or the totally ordinary Italian-American patriarch.
Points of interest:
- dial phone
- overstuffed cushion
- six pack abs
- insulated tumbler with grasscloth-patterned insert
Points of interest:
- underwear
- wallpaper
- dirty air vent
- crooked pinky
Interesting in that it looks comfortably upper middle class, but no more than that. You cannot picture this one being featured on MTV Cribs.
Posted by: The Proprietor | November 23, 2008 at 10:37 AM
Crooked pinky = Guido the Persuader has been a visitor to Dino's house before.
Posted by: Joan of Argghh! | November 23, 2008 at 10:39 AM
For me it was always 'The REd Badge of Courage.' Why I couldn't escape that one I never understood. It was a creepy little read about the worst time in our history.
What's not to like?
Is there anything about his old tv show in the book?
Posted by: pops | November 23, 2008 at 11:49 AM
Oh, how I love Dean Martin... my mother thought I was the weirdest kid on the planet because when I was in the sixth grade (1978) I listened to Dean Martin records over and over... I liked "regular" music (as she called it) too, I just loved Dino's voice so much. I still do. I think he was the far superior vocalist when compared to Sinatra.
Posted by: jana | November 23, 2008 at 02:52 PM
Crooked Pinky = too drunk to get hand away from closing door(s).
Posted by: schmed | November 24, 2008 at 05:38 PM
my sister went on a first date with some italian guy and he gave her a 45 record of "Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime"..I wonder if he has a whole bunch of them in the trunk of his car....
Posted by: toxiclabrat | November 24, 2008 at 07:50 PM
BTW, it is good to see Dino as a little boy. He was the pride and joy of Dean, and Dean never fully recovered from Dino's death (that is what I read anyway....)
Posted by: toxiclabrat | November 24, 2008 at 07:51 PM