I’d hoped to be reading Primo Levi this week, and I put a hold request into my library for the lovely 3-volume set of his collected works, but I didn’t get it in time. It’s fine, because Pankaj Mishra’s The Ruins of Empire put me on a rabbit trail about Asian history, so I’ve decided to read Peter Frankopan’s The Silk Roads this week. And then, as I was walking to the library today, I saw an Elvis impersonator hip-swiveling on a park bandstand, as part of a local Pride celebration, and then a copy of Peter Guralnick’s biography, Last Train to Memphis caught my eye on the shelves. Look, I’m not going to ignore that kind of synchronicity. So I’ve ended up with just two thick books to take me through the week. Asia and Elvis, courtesy of two Peters.
I’m trying to post something every day in June, but I don’t feel like writing essays on my weekends. So here, instead, is a picture of the books I hope to read this week. They are all contemporary short story collections. That means I’ll probably be blogging about short stories. (The week after, I think I will take up Dorian Stuber’s invitation to think about Primo Levi, whom I have never read.)