As we travel, we are reading and discarding. It says something about pre-travels life that I’m reading New Yorkers from October, even as Jessica is reading the new issues on the Kindle. I’m leaving old issues in our hotel room, assuming they will end up for sale at the Nha Trang market by tonight.
At the suggestion of a teacher, Malcolm is reading Malcolm X, one of his historical namesakes. Malcolm and I also both read Peter Bergen’s “untold story” in The New Republic on the battle for Tora Bora and how we lost Bin Laden. Fiona and Jessica have both read (and adored) Anthony Doerr’s Four Seasons in Rome — we’re told it’s required reading for people on their way to the American Academy in Rome. Somehow, I’m not so persuaded by the subtitle: “On twins, insomnia, and the biggest funeral in the history of the world.” (If I happen to leave this paperback in our room, perhaps it, too, will find a new owner tonight at the Nha Trang market.)
Meanwhile, Michael Bierut and I share a closeted love of spy novels, but seldom can find a new one worthy of the genre. I’ve read and enjoyed Olen Steinhauer’s other books, but Michael insisted I read the new one, The Tourist. Yes, it’s good, very good — and dark too, the way I like them. Not sure I will find another spy novel for months that I haven’t read, so I was sad to finish it. Unless Malcolm decides to try it out, on it goes to the Nha Trang market.
Not pictured : Running In The Family, Short Stories by Michael Ondaatje (Audiobook)