I finished Souad Mekhennet's I Was Told to Come Alone, and re-read César Aira's delightful Varamo to prepare for the book club discussion I lead on Sunday. It was a good meeting; folks seemed to have fun chewing on it even if it wasn't everyone's favorite. I hope I made a new Aira fan or two anyway.
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This week I'm still in the thick of Babel Tower and The Luminaries; those two are long and dense and will be with me for a while yet. I'm also still enjoying Samantha Irby's We Are Never Meeting in Real Life, on audio.
Bedside I'm almost done with The Beats; I'll probably finish tonight. And at the gym I'll be starting Marita: The Spy Who Loved Castro, a memoir by Marita Lorenz.
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