All Booked Up

I was inspired to make a list of some of the books I am reading by my friend Tolly over at Austin Eavesdropper, who posted a list of her own recently. If anyone out there is reading or has read any of these, let me know! Then we can put our heads together and act all, you know, like smart 'n' stuff.

Originally, this was just a stack of Kindles, but I thought the photo looked a bit drab.

Someday even the graphic designers will realize there was more to Rome than gladiators.

My amazing wife Sarah gave me this book for Christmas, as she has realized my lust for reading about antiquity, especially Roman, is going nowhere any time soon. I tried to convince her that we needed a  vomitorium in the house and a triumphal arch over the driveway to celebrate my daily return from work, but she drew the line at buying me books and letting me invade the neighbor's house (i'm pretty sure they're from Gaul). At any rate, this one is a wonderful collection of the actual writings from which historians source their material. Yes, it's a bit difficult to make sense at times of what Hannibal is getting at when he is rallying his troops for the invasion of Italy, or what Pliny is trying to relate in his somewhat verbose manner, but once you are able to kick in your mental sentence diagramming skills, this book really brings the real Rome to life. Thanks baby!

Mark Kurlansky rules. If you've ever read me before, you know I love what this genie of a writer can do with pretty much any topic. I tore through the first title of his I got a hold of, Salt: a World History (2002), like I was Rick Perry reading a collection of Marmaduke strips.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, AD INFINITUM/NAUSEUM

Anyhoo, please join me on the Mark Kurlansky Love Boat cruise I am on. Salt (did I mention this book sucked me in like savory quick sand?), Cod: A Biography of the Fish That Changed the World (1997), and The Basque History of the World (1999) are the titles of his I have under my belt, and there are many more. Eee! 1968: The Year that Rocked the World (2003) has so far taken me from Poland in the '40s to Cuba in the '60s, and everywhere in between, guided by the likes of Ginsberg, Castro, Eisenhower, Robin Morgan, and LeRoi Jones. It's been quite a ride so far. If you haven't picked up on it yet, Mark Kurlansky is quite interested in events that have affected The World. Sounds like good readin' to me.

Hmmm... Who will win? Hmmm...

I just started this one, so I will get back to you when I have read more. And then I will defeat you. Actually, this is a book I've wanted to read for years, and now that I really, really, really want to get on with my life and stop working for other people, I figured having some pure Zen in my quiver couldn't hurt. I'm also pretty aware of the fact that I am followed by samurai with ill intent everywhere I go, so this will be a good primer on how to cut someone to ribbons with my Swiss Army knife.

Best knife ever. It's like a Pocket Wakizashi. With seven other tools and a key ring.

What, no pictures? I thought a caveman wrote this!

My kick-ass father-in-law Dave sent me this book because he knew that I had recently taken up the Primal lifestyle taught by Mark Sisson of Mark's Daily Apple, and he thought I might be interested in Robb's take on the Paleo world. This easy to read yet still very informative book will open your eyes considerably to the many dangers of conventional nutritional wisdom. I won't get preachy about this, but I will say that Mark and Robb have changed my life on many levels, including a loss of about thirty pounds since September... So, there's that...

Just your average summer getaway.

So, back to my wife... She's beautiful, smart, funny, and has great taste in books. This is one of them. In fact, I do believe this is her #1 read of all time (her favorite movie is To Sir, With Love, so yeah, you know she's got style), and the fact that she's read it about fifty times made me feel like a total dumbass for not having read it once. So, when you feel like a dumbass and you come across the title in question at a thrift store for twenty-five cents, you buy it. Then you read it. Then you talk about it with aforementioned lovely wife and gain a whole new understanding of the book. This I am looking forward to.

Anyhoo, there's my current list. Let me know if you've read any of these or are reading them, so we can go sit at Jo's and drink coffee and openly ridicule the passersby who clearly aren't as brilliant as we are.

Mark Kurlansky, or How I Stopped Reading and Learned to Soak In It.

If you know the name Mark Kurlansky, kudos to you. If you've even read his books, please take a moment to high-five your screen.


Ever been completely engrossed in a book that was totally devoted to the history of one breed of fish? I have.

 

I can't recommend this book enough. It's been about a year since I last read it, but I liked it so much I'm constantly talking about it to friends, who, I'm sure, think I'm a moron for getting all pumped up on Gorton's Fisherman. At any rate, my enjoyment of this work truly speaks to the talent of Kurlansky, who has the wondrous ability to take the histories of seemingly mundane subjects and create page-turners out of them. Passages like the following somehow put me on the edge of my seat:

  

The Basques were getting richer every Friday. But where was all this cod coming from? The Basques, who had never even said where they came from, kept their secret.

Kurlansky has my head filled with images when I read something like that. Dark men in dark clothes in dark boats, nurturing a secret commerce and winking to each other when their less-than-successful market-stall neighbors grumbled about the Basques' mysterious source of product. The last fish to truly stoke my imagination in this manner was this guy:

Although I was surprised by many of the things I learned about cod, I was not at all surprised by the fact that there was so much to learn. Kurlansky had done a fine job of prepping me for that by writing this book, which I had read prior to reading Cod:

 

Yep, you guessed it. It's about salt. And it's one hell of a story. Kurlansky, through the tale of the only rock we eat, even turned me on to the language and poetry of the Basque people (who factor in largely to this fish story) to the extent that I had a poem by Basque poet Gabriel Aresti tattooed on me, and my wife and I have plans to have another of his poems done together. There's blood and ink and pain and love all bound together in those little white crystals. 

Next on the Kurlansky list? 

 

If he can turn a fish and some flavor into two of my favorite reads, I can't wait to see what he does with this.

Read Kurlansky, and I promise you, you'll never look at this little guy the same...

Mad ups to my old buddy Jeff Zielinsky for giving Salt to me for my birthday several years ago. Thanks Crazy JZ!