My reading has been all over the map lately.
Last night I started reading a book of letters by James Agee.
I have never read James Agee, although, I have been meaning to for years.
He wrote, Let Us Now Praise Famous Men which features photographs by my favorite photographer,
This book is an homage to the working people and the poor in Depression era USA.
I heard about Agee some time ago,probably on PBS.
He was also a fantastic movie critic and his work: critique, prose and poetry is collected in two volumes of
The Library Of America.
I had one of the volumes in the bookstore a couple of years ago, it went so fast I barely had time to look at it.
Ever since,I have been on the lookout, so on my last visit of the Grande Bibliotheque,
I spotted this book of letters, so I took it out.
I like to wander around quasi aimlessly, it’s fun and surprising.
I figured it would give me an idea of his voice, it’s terrific.
Really gives insight into the ups and downs of the creative process and how difficult it is to earn a living.
I will definetly be reading more of his work.
But, the truly weird part —this book has been part of the collection since 1962 and
I am the first person to take it out.
I know Montreal is a mostly French speaking city, but still…
I always new I was weird, odd, as my friend Jane would say a Martian?
I guess I am distinct in a distinct society. lol.