What I’m Reading Monday, June 8

May might have been a major slumpfest, but June has totally turned the beat around. I took it pretty easy last week as I recovered from six days of travel, BEA, and walking through as much of NYC as possible — and for me, taking it easy means spending a lot of time on the couch with a book.

Luckily, I read two pretty fantastic books! I sped through Big Magic: Creative Living Without Fear by Elizabeth Gilbert (coming in September from Riverhead), which I really enjoyed. I didn’t care for Eat, Pray, Love, but I love Gilbert’s writing style and appreciated her insights into creativity. My takeaway was this: Don’t let fear stop you from creating things. Do what you love to do, and don’t worry about what other people think. Passion and enjoyment are far more important than critical success. Or, to quote Dwayne from Little Miss Sunshine, “Do what you love, and fuck the rest.”

Next, I devoured Dietland by Sarai Walker (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt), which I loved far more than I expected I would based on the cover and title. It’s like a feminist Fight Club, and it is SO MUCH FUN.

Next up is Naked at Lunch: A Reluctant Nudist’s Adventures in the Clothing Optional World by Mark Haskell Smith (Grove Press). It caught my eye at BEA, and I couldn’t resist. I love immersive journalism, and this book just sounds like a riot.

What are you reading this week?


Mini Reviews: Saint Mazie and Land Where I Flee

Something must be in the air, because I’ve been in a major reviewing slump for the last month. I’ll read a book, have many thoughts about it, and then move on to something else, unable to find the motivation to sit down and write. Today, I’m going to try to get back into the groove, little by little, starting with mini reviews of two books that came out this week: Saint Mazie by Jami Attenberg and Land Where I Flee by Prajwal Parajuly.

Book Review: Saint Mazie by Jami AttenbergSaint Mazie by Jami Attenberg

Plucked from an abusive household by her married older sister, Mazie Phillips grows up under the roof of a man who always has plenty of money — even if he can’t reveal how he obtained it. One thing that is for sure, though, is that he owns the Venice, a movie theater in the Bowery neighborhood of New York City. When Mazie is old enough to work, she is sent to work the ticket booth, where she spends her days people-watching and chatting with the colorful characters who pass by her window. But spending her days trapped in a tiny cage isn’t enough; she longs for a big life, and she spends her nights galavanting through Jazz Age New York with a number of men, with one of whom she forms a life-long entanglement.

But the revelry can’t last forever, and when the Great Depression hits, Mazie dedicates herself to helping those who have lost everything, opening the doors of the Venice to people who can’t pay and feeding the homeless whatever she can. Based on the life of a real woman, this novel tells the compelling story of Saint Mazie, Queen of the Bowery. Big-hearted and full of moxie, she is an easy character to fall in love with, and her story, with all of its heartbreak, yearning, and kindness is going to stick with me for quite a while.


Book Review: Land Where I Flee by Prajwal ParajulyLand Where I Flee by Prajwal Parajuly

To celebrate Chitralekha’s landmark 84th birthday, her three Westernized grandchildren travel to Gangtok to be reunited for the first time in decades. Flying in from New York is Agastaya, a successful oncologist dreading the inquiries into why he isn’t married — and terrified that people will find out the real reason. Manasa is coming from London, where despite living a life of wealth, she is the miserable caretaker of her wheelchair-bound father-in-law. And Bhagwati, fearful of her reception nearly twenty years after eloping with a man from a much lower caste, is joining them from Colorado. Adding to this cast of characters are Chitralekha’s servant Prasanti (a female eunuch or “hijra”) and two unexpected guests who turn the party upside down.

I really loved the cultural perspective of this book; it is set in a Indian town nestled between the borders of Nepal and Bhutan, and it deals with everything from caste and social status, to gender and sexuality, to national identity and refugee life. Prasanti’s story, in particular, sent me down a Wikipedia black hole — and I love it when a book sparks that kind of curiosity. I also can’t resist a good dysfunctional family reunion novel, and this family has long-simmering grudges and misconceptions out the wazoo. However, I had a hard time really caring about or feeling interested in most of the characters, and the lack of development made Land Where I Flee fall a bit flat.