Egregious Reader

WEB Du Bois is one of the greatest American thinkers and writers. This is a collection of essays meant as a follow on to Souls of Black Folks and published approx 20 years later. Like Souls, it is a mixture of genres ... essays interposed with fiction, poetry and prayers.  On these pages you see arguments for women sufferage, anti-poverty measures, raw explanation of the continued racial struggle in our country, perspective on WWI, Jesus in Texas --- where he witnesses a chain gang, has dinner with a wealthy white family and then witnesses a lynching, and more. I don't think you can be an american citizen without interacting with Du Bois.  To start-Credo; Of Work and Wealth and The Damnation of Women. For fiction, read The Comet.  Here is the very last paragraph of an essay called The Souls of White Folk: "Back beyond the world and swept by these wild, white faces of the awful dead, why will this Soul of White Folk,--this modern Prometheus,--hang bound by his own binding, teth

  Audible has many books "included" which means you can listen for free. So I have been on a little George Eliot kick (I am sure you know, but this was her pen name, her real name is Mary Anne). Silas Mariner was a good heart-warming shorter novel. The Lifted Veil was victorian horror (not really what you are thinking, but creepier than Frankenstien, though no monsters ... just human ones). And yesterday I completed a listen of Felix Holt, The Radical.  I loved it. She is a deeply perceptive and wise author. Her plot is nearly as intricate as Dickens, though with less characters, and it feels more realistic, possible as if the events that converge were after all the ones bound to happen from the beginning. Which, of course, means they are not always as surprising as in Dickens, but it feels less of a magic show as they happen.  This is also a very unique love story, one that contains elements of Austin (surprise inheritance, etc) but in the end Esther must choose between love

I don't like Anne Lamott. She is the kind of endless chatty I don't like. The kind that has fourteen million stories about her life and ideas and friends. (Please note as the title says, this is an ignorant opinion ... I write this from reading five pages of one of her books I got from the library yesterday).  And even as I write that, I remember that I actually do like Anne Lamott. I borrowed Bird by Bird from my sister and read the first 20 pages and thought it was very helpful.  Let me spin everything around again and take a slight Lamottian tone. I think of myself as too occupied with the contents of books and many abstract notions (not that history is abstract, but it is past). I imagine that if Lamott was at a party she would be surrounded by guests and she would be telling story after story like a grownup shooting ducks at a carnival (assume the distance between shooter and ducks were set for children). And all the stories would be of her experience (insert crazy thing t