Jun 28, 2008 00:42
We went to lunch and used books stores today, and I got books, most notably Armadillo by William Boyd, though I think the BBC adaptation of it featuring James Frain was actually better than the book. Also got this strange book titled Herculine Bardin: Being the Recently Discovered Memoirs of a Nineteenth-Century French Hermaphrodite. It's introduced by Michel Foucault, which kind of makes me think it might be real, since I don't think the guy who wrote The History of Sexuality had to make stuff up. Then I got this book called Bloodletting & Miraculous Cures by Vincent Lam. If you google it, you get 6 hits. SIX! Actually only 4 if you omit the ones that are from the same sources.
I bought it because I thought it might be interesting to try and read something that I have no preconceived notions about. I kind of feel as if I always pick my books on at least some principle, or according to some notion, even for utterly idiotic reasons, like when I decided to read Michael Chabon because his book was on The O.C. Also, because I have delusions of grandeur, I had this great idea that I might strike gold and find a gem I could parade around... The fact that google has barely even heard about this book is rather discouraging, but then again, if it's brilliant, I'll have all the more reason to flaunt it. I'll be like freakin' Columbus.