Townie by Andre Dubus III is the kind of book you can’t help thinking about when you aren’t reading it. You live in its scenes while you are eating dinner with your kids or riding in the car, thinking about the narrator, wondering what is going to happen next, considering the plot development and the foreshadowing and how successfully the author ends chapters. You find yourself missing what your husband said because you are still lost in the mill town bar fights, the father/son storyline, and the coming-of-age hunt for identity.
I was hooked from beginning to end, couldn’t fall asleep last night until I finished it off. What a book.
On top of the thrill of a great read, Dubus is going to be here for the Ashland University summer residency at the end of July. And, a piece by him about writing memoir will be included in the next issue of River Teeth. I am one lucky gal.
I’m not sure what I’m reading next off of my 30th year book list. After reading such a great book, it is hard to jump into another memoir, so I think I’m going to read some poetry for a bit. I’m also reading a manuscript for a friend and want to dedicate some time to it this week while I am off of work.
In the back of my mind is the hope that I’ll also find time to write this week, maybe in the evenings after the kids are in bed, but I’m also aware of the kids laughing in the backyard pool, painting projects here and elsewhere, and the need to clean – laundry, dusting, bathrooms and all of the other chores that fall to the wayside for too long. At the end of the week, BW and I are going out of town for a weekend, alone, by ourselves, without children. Maybe then? Probably not. I have plenty of other things in mind for a weekend alone with my husband.
I might not be able to get the words on the page this week, but I am promising myself to at least think about the next essay, and maybe jump in next week, when we’re back to the normal schedule.
For now, I’m going outside in my bathing suit with the kids to enjoy the non-writing hours.