I really thought I’d be writing more about food than books here, but it’s turned out the other way around so far. While I certainly HAVE experienced quite a bit of good food over the last month, I haven’t gotten good photos (curse the crap camera!), and who wants to write about food without pictures? So that will have to wait, since the non-crap camera I’m eyeing is not very compatible with my current salary.
In terms of books, though – here’s the scoop. On January first I started Patrick Chamoiseau’s Texaco, my first book for the Lost in Translation Reading Challenge. It’s the kind of epic story I really like, spanning the history of Martinique from the beginnings of the sugar plantations through the abolition of slavery and into the present. Slow going, to be sure, but good. Frans mentioned that he tackled the book in the original French/Creole at one point in his life; I’m extremely glad I have the English translation.
In between doses of Chamoiseau, I’ve been reading New Sudden Fiction, a delightful (and I’m not using that word lightly) collection of short-short stories, as well as The Vintage Book of Indian Writing, 1947-1997, which I think I mentioned earlier. Both are awesome.
I wish there was more than just a week left before school starts up again. One more semester, though, and then in May I’ll be free. Forever.

