Friday, November 11, 2011
works cited: h&m dress; steve madden boots; hue tights; madewell sweater; thrifted belt and watch
It's a lonely couple of weeks for this nerd, because Christopher has back-to-back work trips and is only in town for three days in two weeks. Luckily I have him in my clutches this weekend and this morning cajoled him outside into the freezing windstorm of our back alley to take pictures. It was an American Beauty-style tornado of garbage outside the back door a few minutes ago. It would have been more beautiful if I weren't so concerned that old McDonald's wrappers were going to swirl onto my head.
P.S. I'm about two-thirds of my way through The Marriage Plot at the recommendation of several comments but, you guys, it's driving me crazy! I know why many recommended it--it's about an English major and it's very self-conscious about listing off all the post-structuralists Eugenides knows, but it's so anxious about proving its knowledge on literary theory that I'm dying to take a red pen to it and slash big sections. While I can be diplomatic in many areas of my life, I can't contain myself when it comes to judging books--I'm hard-won and this novel is driving me nuts. Nevertheless, my compulsion to finish things drives me toward its end where, as a good friend from grad school warns me, I will "want to throw the book against the wall." Have you read it? What did you think? Must I put to myself Woolf's question: am I a snob? (I fear the answer is decidedly yes.)