I spent yesterday in Fenway Park, celebrating my baby sister’s 30th birthday. (The only way you’ll ever get me to root for the Red Sox. Unless, of course, they’re playing the Yankees.)
Later this week — late Wednesday or early Thursday, say — I’ll be a blogging fool again. But I’m still up in Massachusetts, and it seems stupid to squander a gorgeous day blogging over a dial-up connection. So I’m off to the park with Sister and the dogs to see if I can run off the pretzel, peanuts, Cracker Jacks, cotton candy, ice cream, popcorn, Combos, and tankards of beer I consumed at the game.
If you’re stuck at work somewhere, stay tuned for Lauren Cerand’s local events listings. She posts them every Monday around 12:30 p.m.
You could also revisit Strindberg & Helium, or read about Katharine Weber’s Triangle, just out from FSG. I’ve only read the first chapter of the new book, but I’m looking forward to picking it up again when things calm down. (I like Weber’s Objects in Mirror are Closer Than They Appear; Muriel Spark had high praise for The Music Lesson; and according to the LA Times, Triangle “fits comfortably within the trajectory of [Weber’s] intriguing literary career. From her debut … [she] has warned us that reality is not always what it seems and that narrators are not necessarily to be trusted.”)