nisiprius wrote:It's not even a whole book... but I'm taking a shot at "Self-Reliance" by Ralph Waldo Emerson. See, someone in the forum complimented me on quoting Emerson and I felt like a total phony, because the sum total of all I know of Emerson is "Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string" and "A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds." I have a dim dark memory of being assigned "Self-Reliance" at some point in high school or college, but I'm not sure that I read it even then.
Cowles and one of his number crunchers found that, over periods ranging from twenty minutes to three years, stock indexes were ore likely to keep moving in the same direction in the next period (the opposite was true of longer periods). Before anyone could get excited about these patterns, they warned that "this type of forecasting could not be employed by speculators with any assurance of consistent or large profits.
CJOttawa wrote:"Irrational Exuberance". I'm about a quarter of the way through and, unfortunately, not enjoying it.
I don't get "irrationally exuberant" about anything so perhaps this isn't a book for me.
Re-reading a favorite of mine, Revenge of the Lawn: Stories 1962-1970, a collection of sixty-two short stories written by Richard Brautigan.
Almost finished Kinsey and Me, by Sue Grafton. Should have read the second part first. The first part of the book is a series of short stories involving her fictional private investigator, Kinsey Millhone. ...The second part is a series of what I take to be intensely autobiographical stories, not told as straight autobiography in the first person however, about a young child growing up with two alcoholic parents. It is very very good, but so painful that I have to allow recovery time between reading one story and reading the next, one a day is about as much as I can take.
gkaplan wrote:The Drop by Michael Connelly, the best crime novelist out there, though Chaz seems to disagree.
nisiprius wrote:Just finished The Art of Racing in the Rain, by Garth Stein. Wow. Couldn't stop reading it, and through bad timing I got to the end of it while riding on the train, not that I would have indulged myself in outright crying even at home but in public I was struggling to hide even the semblance of seeping moisture at the corners of my eyes.
There's enough of an issue of "spoilers" that it's hard to know how to handle it. Plus I'm almost afraid to describe it because it sounds too silly. It's told from the point of view of a dog named Enzo. The author's slant on how to handle this kind of narrative is fresh and original, and I was able to suspend disbelief. The story is a little bit of a cliffhanger/soap opera but done with enormous conviction and believability. The "racing" in the title is auto racing--the dog's master is a part-time amateur racer with ambitions to come a professional. The book opens with Enzo aware that he is at the end of his life. Enzo likes to watch television, and apart from his direct contacts within his owner's family, his knowledge of human life is entirely derived from movies and television. The most poignant line in the book for me is "I learned that from a program on the National Geographic channel, so I believe it is true."gkaplan wrote:nisiprius wrote:Just finished The Art of Racing in the Rain, by Garth Stein. Wow. Couldn't stop reading it, and through bad timing I got to the end of it while riding on the train, not that I would have indulged myself in outright crying even at home but in public I was struggling to hide even the semblance of seeping moisture at the corners of my eyes.
jegallup wrote:Saul Steinberg, a Biography by Deirdre Bair. Steinberg is my favorite artist, although many know him as "just" a cartoonist from the many works he published in The New Yorker. The most widely known of those was "A View of the World from Ninth Avenue"...
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...which has been widely copied and adapted to other purposes. Steinberg' originals are beyond my means, but I'm fortunate enough to have two signed prints. His work is beautiful, baffling, humorous and amazingly original.
Steinberg was born in Romania, studied architecture at the Politecnico Milano, and fled to the US with the help of relatives when Mussolini started moving against the Jews more vigorously. He got American citizenship, an ensign's commission in the Navy, and an assignment as a "psychological warfare artist" in China for the OSS—all in one day. (It helps to have friends in high places.)
Fallible wrote:A longtime Steinberg fan here and am on a library wait list for the bio. What did you think of the book itself? As for Steinberg, I never saw a work more instantly recognizable or original than his (except for maybe Charles Addams). And he is always the subject of the great debate between cartoonists and artists or cartoonists/artists or artists/cartoonists on whether cartoons are art (in my book, they are, just not fine art).