Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Hooray for socialization. Tuesday was the 'rents party. …
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Hooray for socialization. Tuesday was the 'rents party. Last night I got to wish my main man Seth a happy birthday. I met Ben Pfaff, among others, and helped teach some people how to play the game Set. It's Mensa-approved! And then today Leonard and I saw Adam over crepes. That's all fun.
The problem: all Tuesday and Wednesday I ran errands, and then watched the West Wing season premiere, which counts for work in my book. Ergo, I'm tuckered out. I could use a weekend. Well, soon enough.
I just finished Owen Hill's The Chandler Apartments. I've heard that an alternate title floated was A Sea of Kooks (it's set in Berkeley, much in Telegraph). I'll have to read some more mysteries, especially noir, to understand why the hardbitten prose of short declarative sentences attracts me so. I want to understand how writers convey that mix of inner conflict and sureness with narration that borders on sentence fragments.
Next up: possibly Wittgenstein's Poker (the author comes by Cody's on Telegraph this Monday) mixed with Tamora Pierce's Protector of the Small quartet.
