On my way to Walker Percy Weekend, I re-read The Second Coming, which is a kind of sequel to The Last Gentleman. It’s always good to remind myself why I love something before getting together with other people to talk about how much we love it.
At home, before going to sleep, I’ve read the books about the Cassons that come after Saffy’s Angel—Indigo’s Star, Permanent Rose, and Caddy Ever After. They’re nice enough children’s books, and I would have loved them if I’d read them when I was younger, especially the part about how the childrens’ mother doesn’t pay much attention to them.
I started reading Cinder, the first one in Marissa Meyer’s series she calls The Lunar Chronicles, and liked it well enough to go on to Scarlet, and then Cress and Winter. The way she uses the fairy tales is interesting, but it inevitably contributes to the way the books can’t get away from the romantic plot. No matter how interesting we might find the robots Cinder works on, the flying vehicle Scarlet pilots, the version of the world wide web (in this case, the world and moon) that Cress navigates, or the planet of mind-controllers Winter belongs to, their stories ultimately boil down to the man they fall in love with, and how they rescue him to live happily ever after, a kind of feminist love story.
Maybe in the next few weeks I’ll do some more ambitious reading and find some books that compel me to talk about them with an unseen and often unheard-from audience. Right now, though, it’s like I’m on intake-only mode.