I have two books on the go currently. The first is Patti Smith’s memoir of growing up punk, Just Kids. In spite of the fact that it is nice to read slowly and to digest the personality of the author over time, I just can’t put this book down. I’ve been ‘caught’ two nights in a row now up until the wee hours with my reading light and Smith’s words. The book is a humble portrait of the godmother of punk rock. What I would give to spend a day with the 20 year old Patti in her New York loft, surrounded by the rock and art icons of her era.
And for something completely different, I’m also delving into the metaverse of Neal Stephenson’s 1992 novel, Snow Crash. An infrequent science-fiction reader, I’m taking the leap on this one after watching both Tron movies.
