Hello everyone! Now that we’ve had the first official flurry-sighting of the season, it’s time to break out those down coats, drink warm things like soup (soup! Does anyone else miss soup like I miss soup in warm weather?) and hug your friends. Just go hug them.
But onwards to the point of this post: I wanted to open up the stage for anyone to share their favorite TITLES of books. This way, if anything strikes your eye you can check it out and possibly request it or give it as a gift this holiday season.
Writing a novel or collection of poetry–PAH! (That was the sound of air quickly exiting my mouth in a smug sort of way). Easy.
We all know that the hard part of writing really comes down to creating The Title. The Epic Thing that Will Catch Your Audience’s Eye and Not Let Them Leave The Book’s Presence.
Here are a few of my all-time favorites….
Pity the Bathtub Its Forced Embrace of the Human Form – Matthea Harvey. Also the title of one of her poems.
Lunch Poems – Frank O’Hara. Just read the inscription on the back of book: “Often this poet, strolling through the noisy splintered glare of a Manhattan noon, has paused at a sample Olivetti to type up thirty or forty lines of ruminations, or pondering more deeply has withdrawn to a dark ware- or firehouse to limn his computed misunderstandings of the eternal questions of life, co-existence and depth, while never forgetting to eat Lunch his favorite meal…” GLORIOUS.
Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada – Pablo Neruda. Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair.
Of, erm, Everything Else:
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius – Dave Eggers.
Another Bullshit Night in Suck City – Nick Flynn. (Also a poet!)
The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down – Anne Fadiman.
…What about you?