September 2016 Book Haul

9:16 am

I write this soothing my throat with Lemsip. That is not a murky cup of tea. I have Freshers Flu and I'm not even a student.

Leaving the Atocha Station - Ben Lerner (Coffee House Press, 2011)
An actual spontaneous book-recommendation purchase when browsing the Amnesty store in Cambridge. My wonderful friend Dan (so wonderful he definitely won't be reading this) pointed this Lerner novel out to me, which I had never heard of before, but I trust his judgement when it comes to anything bookish. It's been blurbed by Paul Auster which just makes it even better. From what I can gather this follows a young poet and his exploration of art.

I Was Told There'd Be Cake - Sloane Crosley (Riverhead Books, 2008)
Another Amnesty store purchase, this time something I've had my eye on for years. This is an essay collection on modern life in the city (and was totally mentioned in an episode of Gossip Girl but I swear that's not the only reason). This has been blurbed by none other than the fantastic author of the next book I picked up...

You Don't Love Me Yet - Jonathan Lethem (Faber & Faber, 2007)
I love Jonathan Lethem. I wrote an essay for the Contemporary US Fiction module of my MA on his use of genre, comparing it to that of Thomas Pynchon and Paul Auster (mentioned above in this creepily self-referential blog post), and I ended up reading so much of his non-fiction work alongside Motherless Brooklyn. Now, You Don't Love Me Yet has absolutely terrible reviews on Goodreads, but I guess everyone fucks up at some point. The protagonist of this novel works on an art installation that takes the form of a 'complaints line' where she listens to the problems of callers, and she, of course, falls in love with one of them. I just want to read all of the Lethem under the sun.

Psyche Unbound - Heather Buck (Anvil Press Poetry, 1995)
Probably the purchase in this haul with the least reasoning behind it. I've been really enjoying poetry recently, and this collection caught my eye. I can't find much online about the poet herself so who knows what it's going to be like.

The Beats - ed. Park Honan (J.M. Dent, 1987)
This was the only book not picked up after work from the Amnesty store, but in London during a very hungover visit with my mum. I can't turn down anything related to Beat Poetry, so when I saw this in the window of a secondhand bookshop I knew I needed to crawl into that display and grab it. Which is exactly what I did. I then chatted to the shopkeeper about the new £5, because what else is there to talk to people in retail about at the moment?

M x

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