Wednesday Wisdom #3

Wednesday Wisdom 2


The Lust List: March

Here are thirteen things I’m lusting after this March…The Lust List: March
1. Black and White Lace Throw Pillow Cover 18 X 18 via Society6 ($23)
3. Rocio white loafer by Beau + Ashe via Shoedazzle ($46)
11. Alexus by Sophia & Lee via Shoedazzle ($66)
What are you lusting after this March?  Let me know in the comments!

January Book Haul!

Look what came in the mail today…

January 2013 Book Haul

1   Firefly by Severo Sarduy (courtesy of Archipelago Books, March 2013 release):  My LibraryThing Early Reviewers book for December.  From the Archipelago website:

“Firefly… is a dream-like evocation of pre-war Cuba, replete with hurricanes, mystical cults and slave-markets. The story is the coming-of-age of a precocious and exuberant boy with an oversized head and underdeveloped sense of direction, who views the world as a threatening conspiracy. Told in breathless and lyrical prose, the novel is a loving rendition of a long-lost home, a meditation on exile, and an allegory of Cuba’s isolation in the world.”

2  DV by Diana Vreeland     I have been on a fashion-biography kick lately.  I’ve had a subscription to Vogue for pretty much half of my life, and I LOVE reading about the personal lives and careers of my favorite taste-makers.  This month, I’m reading Grace by Grace Coddington, the current creative director at American Vogue.

3   Reading Jackie: Her Biography in Books by William Kuhn     Jackie Kennedy Onassis, a taste-maker and fashion icon in her own right (hello, classic Chanel suit and pillbox hat!) also spent years as an editor at Viking and Doubleday.  Reading Jackie provides fresh insight into this thoroughly chronicled woman through the lens of her work.

4    Edmund Wilson: A Life in Literature by Lewis Dabney    The biography of literary critic Edmund Wilson.  The Kirkus review from Strand’s website:

“A searching life of the eminent literary critic and journalist (1895-1972). It was Edmund Wilson’s conceit, first voiced in the essay “The Wound and the Bow” and often repeated, that the artist bears an internal wound whose healing lies in making art, but who can never be healed. Ever the man of letters—he died at a table strewn with galleys and “a dog-eared copy of The Mystery of Edwin Drood, with which Dickens had been struggling at his death”—Wilson bore psychic wounds of his own. Perhaps self-serving-ly, he insisted that the man (or woman) of letters was also a wounded hero, and “Bunny” Wilson was surely something more than ink-stained drudge; as Dabney (English/Univ. of Wyoming; Edmund Wilson: Centennial Reflections, 1997) observes, he lived up to the challenge of a kind of Hemingway-esque life, lived “all the way up,” always by his wits and with his pen. (Only late in life, and then grudgingly, did Wilson accept academic largess, and then he irritated its bestower, Paul Horgan, by asking whether Horgan wrote.) Dabney follows Wilson’s brilliant trajectory from protected youth to Jazz Age high-liver and liver-damaged “literary alcoholic,” from sexual naïf to the chronicler of suburban sexual high-jinks in Memoirs of Hecate County, from somewhat snooty highbrow too much more worldly highbrow. For all the life changes—and all the adventures and misadventures in the company of Edna Millay, Mary McCarthy, the Algonquian Circle, Vladimir Nabokov and such—Wilson remained consistent to at least a few principles and pleasures, confessing, for instance, “that he was never happier than when telling people about a work they were unfamiliar with in a language they didn’t know.” That he did so in the pages of The New Yorker, The New Republic and Vanity Fair ought to make his admirers—and Wilson still has many, having, as Dabney observes, passed the ten-year test for longevity long ago—yearn for better, more lettered days.A solid, much-needed work of literary biography, stronger on matters critical but a touch less absorbing, because less sensational, than Jeffrey Meyers’s Edmund Wilson (1995). Copyright Kirkus 2005 Kirkus”

Gah!  I want to read them all at once.