3
Dec
2009
Seize the Day by Saul Bellow
Oh books that have no real ending, why do you exist? Is it just to taunt and frustrate me? Did you, Saul Bellow, predict that I would read this, writing it as you did 30 years before my birth, and leave a stupid, jaded ending to what otherwise might have been just an O.K. novella?
28
Apr
2009
More Die of Heartbreak by Saul Bellow
Whenever I hear about lichen or facial sandblasting, which, admittedly, is not often, I think of this book. It’s kind of a nice way to introduce this book though: science and beauty. Or, perhaps, the science of beauty.
