I did pick up a few books yesterday, including David Gram's The Lost City of Z: A Tale of Deadly Obsession in the Amazon (Doubleday, 2009), a well-reviewed book on the lost expedition of the British explorer Percy Fawcett, and Blake Bailey's biography of John Cheever, Cheever: A Life (Alfred A. Knopf, 2009). I have been looking forward to both books and I hardly know where to start. I also bought several more books about the CIA in Central America, which I am reading for background on my beloved (if now slowly progressing) Project X. I also have several new and exciting poetry collections I will be writing about here, so stay tuned.
There is not much that interests me in this morning's New York Times Book Review. A better read may be the April 9, 2009, New York Review of Books, which has a review by Joyce Carol Oates of Brad Gooch's biography of Flannery O'Connor and an essay by Ingrid Rowland on the painter-illustrator Maria Sibylla Merien.
On the cover of The Spring 2009, American Scholar, Brian Boyd asks the rhetorical question, Did This Man [Charles Darwin] Drain Our Lives of Meaning? To which I offer the rhetorical answer, "Not my life, only the lives of stupid people." But then, I haven't read the article yet. Perhaps I have been rendered a soulless wreck by The Voyage of the Beagle––a possibility that, if true, explains much.