Recently finished Tom Rachman’s The Imperfectionists, vignettes set in the dying world of newspapers at an English-language paper in Rome. Although I enjoyed Rachman’s knowledge of Rome and references to personal favs such as fiori di zucca and carciofi alla giudia, in some ways this book is a series of horror stories. Man’s inhumanity to man sort of thing. A real downer. Dark, very dark. If you’re at all susceptible to melancholy you’d best wait for the musical version.
Just picked up the Autobiography of Mark Twain, Vol. I—a staggering 736 pages (half of it resources). It’s printed in Adobe Garamond size 10, a microscopic font–I suppose because otherwise the book would have been 1,000 pages, so it’s a challenge for old eyes. However-Twain was an American original, and his work makes fascinating reading.
Trying to “wrap my head around” Tim Ferriss’ groundbreaking “The 4-hour body: An Uncommon Guide to Rapid Fat-Loss, Incredible Sex, and Becoming Superhuman.” Will let you know if I achieve any of the words in the title.