Weekend Reading.

Rarely share here what's on my nightstand, or in my pack for outdoor daytime reading, mostly because it varies, and what works for my reading appetite might not be the same diet as what you need.

Plus, it kinda seems like bragging (and would get tiresome for continual readers like myself) to be tallying up what I've pulled off the bookshelves lately, what I've finished, gone back to re-read, or jumped onto from another source.

Still this one's worth sharing*: Blue Angel, by Francine Prose. Funny, funny, funny stuff ... a skewering, one might say, of the PC atmosphere stifling some academic environments. (here, a small, Northeast, liberal college).

Just making my way in, but thus far, the characters are great, and how she's laid it out, so you're inside their heads, is precious. If people's thoughts could talk... kind of a thing.

Check it out, if you're looking for something funny and smart to take with you this weekend.
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* Looks like it got good reviews too, back in the day:

Swenson's blindness is as much a matter of the generation gap as of gender politics. There's an excruciating subplot about his wrecked relationship with his daughter, Ruby, and some of the book's best comic scenes describe the fiction-writing workshops that break in on his obsessive reveries -- embarrassing and horribly credible little playlets in which his students trade fragile ''identities'' and demonstrate how very difficult it has become to imagine other people's lives. To speak for others, to impersonate someone of another class or color or sexual orientation, not only requires talents and skills they don't have but has come to seem almost criminal in itself. No wonder they're writing stories about "relationships" with animals. Except for perverse Angela, who's writing a novel about a love affair with a teacher.