When I was wondering through the library last week I stumbled across a book of poetry and photographs about Portland so checked it out. I finally got around to looking at it the other night. I'm not sure how much it would mean to people who don't live here, but it might be just as interesting because it's all about one street. And how both the photographer and poet learned to look at it differently just by paying attention. The book is Blue Moon Over Thurman Street by Ursula K. Le Guin and Roger Dorband.

I finished The White Castle by Orhan Pamuk the night before last. I'm really not sure where I stand on it. I recall feeling similarly ambiguous after finishing The New Life as well. As near as I can figure out I'm left feeling like I should have liked it more than I did, yet found it somehow interesting. (As an amusing side note on the amazon page for The White Castle the auction and zShops links are all about White Castle the restaurant).

posted by Kristin Buxton at 4:08 PM