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What I've been reading
"Packing for Mars: The Curious Science of Life in the Void" by Mary Roach, as an audiobook. The science and the politics around space travel budgets is beginning to get outdated since this was published in 2010, but it's still well worth a read. Roach is the person who is not afraid to ask about gross or taboo subjects like poop, body odor, sex in space, masturbation, or death in space, so she was the perfect person to write this. Her style is very breezy and informal (direct quote: "Some seriously hairy shit was going down on a regular basis."), but she is obviously a rigorous researcher and interviewer as well. LOVED it and want to read more by Roach.
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"Can't We Talk about Something More Pleasant?: A Memoir" by Roz Chast, a graphic memoir. Roz Chast is best known as a cartoonist for the New Yorker. This graphic memoir recounts dealing with her elderly parents -- both in their 90s -- and their refusal to talk about death or aging until life circumstances force them to face the fact that they can't live on their own in their apartment anymore. The first 90 percent of the book is hilarious, and I laughed a lot. The last 10 percent of the book had me weeping almost uncontrollably. Toward the end, Chast gives up her wacky impressionistic cartoon style and prints verbatim some more realistic line drawings she did of her mother in bed, half comatose in her last few months of life. They are very moving in their simplicity. Another highly recommended one.
My full comments on both books here.
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"Can't We Talk about Something More Pleasant?: A Memoir" by Roz Chast, a graphic memoir. Roz Chast is best known as a cartoonist for the New Yorker. This graphic memoir recounts dealing with her elderly parents -- both in their 90s -- and their refusal to talk about death or aging until life circumstances force them to face the fact that they can't live on their own in their apartment anymore. The first 90 percent of the book is hilarious, and I laughed a lot. The last 10 percent of the book had me weeping almost uncontrollably. Toward the end, Chast gives up her wacky impressionistic cartoon style and prints verbatim some more realistic line drawings she did of her mother in bed, half comatose in her last few months of life. They are very moving in their simplicity. Another highly recommended one.
My full comments on both books here.