Each Sunday, The New York Times Book Review has a column, By the Book, in which famous authors are interviewed about their reading habits, past and present. The chosen authors are asked a variety of questions, which can differ from week to week, and include ones about what is on their nightstand, what would they recommend, what's overrated, couldn't get finished, or which famous authors you would have to dinner if you could pick three.
There was gasoline to set a house on fire, a wronged wife, a dead husband and a sister in danger, with suspected crooked law enforcement agents and politicos galore, so nobody could be trusted. At this critical point in the story, my audiobook loan inconveniently expired. My book was deleted from my app's bookshelf, leaving me waiting in suspense while several people behind me with holds finished their borrowing and my turn came up again.
May is National Short Story Month and to celebrate, the library is looking for writers to contribute short stories. The catch? Tell us a story in exactly 65 words. From your submissions, a panel of staff members will select one story to post on a special Tumblr each day during the month of May.
I want to learn everything I can about Princeton. Moving to a terrific community and starting a great new job is incredibly energizing. If you have had this kind of experience, you know what I mean. You feel like your capacity to consume information has increased exponentially, as though your limbic system has tapped into a fountain of youth, and you want to drink deeply from the well.
Spring may be a bit early this year but that doesn't make it any less welcome here at the library. On rainy Mondays, it's helpful to reflect on the blooms that burst into life over the past week or two. Those clear days mark an ideal time to read a library book on Hinds Plaza or on our third floor terrace. I took advantage of the gorgeous weather to take a few snapshots. The lighting and subjects were so beautiful no filters or cropping seemed necessary.
It's quiet here at the Welcome Desk. In this lull between customers, I have a chance to restock the displays, check out the newest books and thumb through a few professional book reviewing magazines. So why is it, with all of this lovely reading matter literally at my fingertips, can I not find anything I want to read. Nothing appeals to me at the moment. Nada. How is this even possible? It makes no sense whatsoever. I am in the (reading) doldrums.
As the library's first Humanities Fellow, my job is to make the humanities, from literature to public policy to history, more interesting, accessible, and engaging for the public through programs, collections, and other library activities. Ever on the hunt for new ideas, the inspiration for the library's current History of Science series grew out of a conversation with my uncle.
In "The Great Good Place," author Ray Oldenburg writes of the places we go - the coffee shops, community centers, taverns, salons, cafes - that encourage informal, public gathering. The places where people get to know each other and develop a sense of innate belonging. They are the "third places," the ones aside from home (first) and work (second) where we choose to spend our time.
In the same way that reading the last chapter first can make you want to start a book from the beginning, looking at a photograph can leave you wanting to know the story behind the image. Sometimes a photograph can even inspire you to invent a back story.
In Valeria Luiselli's second novel, "The Story of My Teeth," the protagonist, Gustavo 'Highway' Sanchez is on a quest to replace his unsightly teeth, one by one. The self-proclaimed "best auctioneer in the world," amasses enough money through his allegoric auctioneer technique to purchase the teeth of none other than Marilyn Monroe, teeth which he has implanted in his own mouth.