What can I say? While I got Beth Brown's All Horses Go to Heaven for my tenth birthday, Ivan Claudius Rex's tastes are a bit more refined.
Hope it lives up to the hype, ya pretentious little furball.
I'm reading an e-galley of the latest by Rick Bass, Nashville Chrome, a novel based on the lives and careers of the Browns, Maxine, Jim Ed, and Bonnie, who were the first group to have a hit on both the country and the pop charts.
At first, since I was reading a novel, I thought I was reading about a fictional group, but a side trip to You Tube quickly set me straight: I may have forgotten their name, but I grew up at a time when the Browns were radio regulars.
I remember them now.
Folks, I know I kind of regularly disappear from these parts without saying much of anything to you, but I always feel bad about it and wind up spending much of my time dealing with the guilt of being such a terrible blogger to behave in such a way, so this one time I want to be upfront about it: I won't be posting this month, but I expect to be back, better for the time away, by Labor Day. Well, maybe I'll get my belated post up for the Slaves discussion of Manservant and Maidservant before then, but all the other reviews I'm inclined to write aren't going to get done till then unless I become a totally different person. Doubtful.
But before I go (to work, and then to the gym--memo to self: Go. to. the. gym), a thank you to Kathleen at Frisbee: A Book Journal for Molly Keane's Queen Lear. It looks great and I am looking forward to reading it!
And why the waterfall picture above? It was taken in western North Carolina a few years back when we went to a Dwight Yoakam concert at WCU and I am spending my reading time this week in Appalachia via the short stories of Ron Rash (who teaches at WCU and mentions Dwight --and my other fav, Steve Earle--in one of his stories) and Pinckney Benedict (whose strange stories are giving me weird dreams that I'm grateful every morning not to remember in any detail). And I've just started Mary Lee Settle's Know Nothing, which is as Southern as they come, so there you go. I like to think about higher elevations and white water when it's as hot and humid as it's been all summer long.
See you back here in a few.
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