Yesterday I finished Chuck Klosterman’s Killing Yourself To Live, which I’ll talk about in a second, and am working on the three other books I took out from the library: David Plotz - The Genius Factory, Seth Lloyd Programming The Universe (the details I like in the book so far are not related to quantum computing - for example, Lloyd says he grew up sleeping in a chicken coop), and BEE Lunar Park. Lunar Park I bet I’ll write a long thing about unless it really disappoints me. So far I like it. (Update: I put down The Genius Factory, which is carelessly done; Plotz takes a prime fillet of a subject and grinds it into hamburger.)

Killing Yourself to Live! What pleasing trifle. I love Chuck Klosterman; I’ve met him, his sister posted on litwack.org once, he blurbed Andrea’s debut novel and I feel like blogfriends with his nemesis. Apart from his wit, I love that he remembers everything and can reconstruct the magic in his life with total gentle accuracy. And the book is about four women he’s obsessed with, just as we who feel are probably obsessed with three, maybe four partners ourselves at varying wave intensities. I do have one complaint, which is that whoever thought the text of the book should be set in bold - bold? - should be made to read the whole thing in one sitting, as I did.