What sucks? Politics.
What doesn’t? Going LIV. It’s total bliss to not have any clue what is going on in the world besides what I read at AofS or what’s being kicked around by the splitter, moron horde over at the H2.
I much prefer reading to watching the news or browsing multiple sites to try to figure out what is happening to my personal freedom. Here’s a tip: it’s being eaten away daily by everyone.
What I’m reading right now:
Stranger in a Strange Land – I’ve been trying to get through this book for months, but I keep getting stuck. A few chapters will pick up steam, and my interests will be piqued. Then it bottoms out and I’m looking for something else.
Killing Kennedy – If you can get past your bias because the book is co-authored by Bill O’Reilley, it’s a pretty good read. The pace is very fast, and I’m learning a ton of information about a time period that I know very little about. Did you know Jackie O smoked a pack a day? Neither did I.
You see, that last sentence is what the LIV lifestyle is all about. The first few chapters of the book are filled with important details about the botched Bay of Pigs invasion, the relationship between Bobby and LBJ, and the heroic story of JFK leading his men to safety after PT 109 was sunk in WWII.
What do I remember? Jackie O smoked a lot and JFK swam naked for 30 minutes to relieve pressure on his back, often inviting co-workers and the press to join him as long as they were naked as well.
On the Road — I’ve read it a few times, but I watched the newest film version this weekend so I figured I’d breeze though it again. The book is written to carry a tempo that enhances the characters as they race around the country on speed, listening to blaring jazz so it should only take a week or so.
Sarah Court — This is the latest book by Craig Davidson, and sounds pretty appealing. It’s basically a study of eight families that live on a cul de sac near Niagara Falls. How well do you know your neighbors? That sort of thing. I find books about hidden lives appealing because I believe it is difficult to ever really know anyone. I’ve only known two people that I connect with so much that I actually feel as if I understand them. Plus I think my neighbors are total freaks when the blinds are closed and this book should reinforce that feeling.
His previous books, Rust and Bone, and The Fighter are personal favorites because of the deeply flawed main characters and the tragedy/redemption tales of each. There are only two story arcs: tragedy or comedy. Davidson is a young writer, but he is a master of the former.