They are mostly classics: Chekhov, Thomas Hardy, Tolstoy, Dickens, Emily Dickinson, Virginia Woolf, Seneca, and other dead writers.
But I went to the coffeehouse not to read the dead but to Catch Up on the Latest Books. New books can’t compete with classics at home. Ergo, I went to the coffeehouse to read the new Ann Packer.
But I couldn’t, because I’d only downloaded the sample.
So I kept scrolling through my library.
There must be a new book on this somewhere. Isn’t that what it’s for? A repository for all the new, hip, great books that win awards or get reviewed in The New Yorker.
The quote below is very funny.
“They aren’t the top ten per cent, stupid, they’re the ten per cent who aren’t worried about it. The point is you can’t have ninety per cent who are less than average.”
The characters are not talking about students’ IQs. They are discussing the size of penises.
Perhaps I’ll get back to this someday, but it’s hardly a new book, is it?
Lots of free public domain books. Then some twentieth-century books by Angela Huth, Brian Aldiss, Robin Morgan, etc.
And finally I’m into the 21st century with Kelly Link’s new collection of short stories, Get in Trouble, which I’ve already read. (A brilliant book, which I highly recommend for fans of very literary fantasy, SF, and horror.)
And then I find a new book to read! Beverly Lyon Clark’s The Afterlife of LIttle Women, a scholarly study of the history of the reception of Louisa May Alcott’s masterpiece. I read “25%” (why not a page number?) of this fascinating, readable book last winter. Then I forgot I had it. That’s the problem with the e-readers.
And so I was able to read one of the “latest books” on my e-reader after all.