I have the most monster massive sinus headache today, which seems to just be constant lately. So much so I dreamed I had a brain tumor. Which I'm sure I don't. I wish I could be like Simone Weil with my sinus headaches, working tirelessly in the fields and arranging worker protests and writing crystalline fragments in my notebook, but instead I'm like Vivien(ne) Eliot. Although with the weird deer (one of my nicknames for Jean Genet, I also call him Jelinek, little deer, I call him so many things he doesn't probably know what the fuck his name is) it is impossible to be bedded, as I would like, to go out all Bronte, and I have to run around picking up after him and telling him not to chew everything, he has an especial taste for our vintage modern furniture, like the two wooden Eames chairs we got at the antique mall in Akron. I think perhaps I'm allergic to the dog. Anyway. I'm allergic to work today. I was thinking of books I want to read in the future, that I want to buy, so here's the most banal post ever, here are the books I want to read, buy, that I have been reading about. If I had a book review I would assign these to be reviewed, I haven't read them reviewed most places. Does anyone want to design my book review? Like very professionally? I probably need that first.
Body Sweats, the "Uncensored Writings of Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven" (MIT Press)
who I actually write about in detail in Heroines, imagining if she lived in Ohio like I was at the time (blah, blah, blah, me, blah blah blah)
Soulstorm by Clarice Lispector, a collection (New Directions)
I need to totally get into more Clarice Lispector, I mean Hour of the Star is a major
inspiration for me, as well as her cronicas, but I need to get more deeply into the oeuvre of Clarice L. New Directions is publishing new translations of her work in the spring. I emailed Bookforum and said I would do like a long essay on Lispector's work, but they never got back to me. I would still like to, just to read and thoughtfully consider, which I guess I can do anyway. The process of essaying helps sometimes. I knew a boy in grad school who later became a Lispector scholar, and we were intense intimates for a while, even sleeping in the same bed, without sex. I think the biggest Lispector scholar, or one of the biggest, is here at UNC-Chapel Hill actually. Anyway. Jackie Wang told me I should read this, along with Barbara Comyn, who is also on my list.
I really want to read this, and the author is a professor of ethics and women's studies at Duke. By the way, my puppy totally has pica. He's obsessed with chewing on wheels and anything metal. It's bizarre.
This is a bad image. Sorry. It's called Scenes of Seduction, about prostitution and hysteria in 19th century France. I've read some of it, her chapter on Hersilie Rouy, which is fucking fantastic. I'm really interested in sentimental portraits of prostitutes in the 19th century.