Amazing weekend in NC seeing some of my bestest friends, seeing rock shows, playing pool and shuffleboard and weird trivia games, eating at lots of yummy restaurants, doing the Rosh Hashanah thing, and generally having a great time. I read two books on my short airplane trips:
Lore Segal's Other People's Houses
Segal's memoir about her experiences as part of a children's transport from Belgium to Englans in 1938 cast her in a very unlikable role. It's weird that she paints herself as such a cruel person--was it for dramatic effect, or was she being deeply honest, or what? It's not a particularly harrowing story (her immediate family all makes it out of the country) and sometimes it's very hard to sympathize with Segal. Her mother, however, trying to hold the family together throughout some really rough times, comes off much better.
James Lasdun's Seven Lies
Why did I put this on hold at the library? Did I read a positive remark about it somewhere? Because it was pretty boring for a 200-page book. It's about a guy recounting how he and his wife got out of East Germany in the 80s, and it's described as "part political thriller, part [blah blah something about a portrait of desire]" but it wasn't either of those things, it was about a wishy-washy faker of a guy and he wasn't even interesting.
Gotta run, kitten needs attention!!
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