<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:40:06.824-04:00</updated><category term='The Bluest Eye'/><category term='THe Post Office Girl'/><category term='Ten Prayers God Always Says Yes To'/><category term='Daughter of Fortune'/><category term='The Beloved Country'/><category term='Catholic Church'/><category term='Linden Hills'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='Shame of the Nation'/><category term='Mayflower'/><category term='Under The Mistletoe'/><category term='Dying'/><category term='Academy X'/><category term='Many Masters'/><category term='Kick Up Your Heels; The Subtle Knife'/><category term='Cry'/><category term='Brain'/><category term='Last Lecture'/><category term='lobsters'/><category term='Autobiography of a Yogi'/><category term='Multi-State Work Book Vol. 1'/><category term='The Color of Magic'/><category term='Know Why the Cage Bird Sings'/><category term='Opening'/><category term='Ghost Brigades'/><category term='The Hobbit'/><category term='The Secret Life of Bees'/><category term='Fool Stop Trippin&apos;'/><category term='The Reason for God'/><category term='Me Talk Pretty One Day'/><category term='Vampire'/><category term='The Ambassadors'/><category term='Johnny Fry'/><category term='P.S. I Love You'/><category term='Archery'/><category term='Unorthodox Goddess'/><category term='Obedient Father'/><category term='Tender is the Night'/><category term='Turkish Reflections'/><category term='8789'/><category term='Creating Character Emotions'/><category term='Chaising Harry WInston; The Elegant Universe'/><category term='Many Lives'/><category term='Musician&apos;s Quest'/><category term='One Taste'/><category term='The Celestine Prophecy'/><category term='Sister of My Heart'/><category term='It&apos;s Never Too Late'/><category term='French and English Idioms'/><category term='Bird By Bird'/><category term='Sellevision'/><category term='Double Dare'/><category term='Ascension: John Coltrane and His Quest'/><category term='Camera Lucida'/><category term='Auster'/><category term='The Heart is a Lonely Hunter'/><category term='Mexico'/><category term='White Teeth'/><category term='Naked and The Subterraneans'/><title type='text'>underground reads</title><subtitle type='html'>what new yorkers are reading on the subway</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-3467044508301704940</id><published>2008-08-02T12:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:08.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJSN7Xu01OI/AAAAAAAAANI/yYYZHkv7uyo/s1600-h/puerto+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJSN7Xu01OI/AAAAAAAAANI/yYYZHkv7uyo/s200/puerto+angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229961118406202594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Undergroundreads is going international, taking a trip to Oaxaca, Mexico. I am taking three novels with me, besides my guide book. One, recommended by David Stein, is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eat the Document, &lt;/span&gt;by Dana Spiotta. I tried to go buy the book at the Strand, but couldn't remember the title, and kept asking the snarky pimply faced clerk if they carried something called Eat This Book. He said no, and couldn't have been gruffer. When I finally got around to looking up the title on my iPhone, he said they didn't have the Spiotta book, which I found surprising. He then confessed that he didn't hear me properly, and that they did in fact have one copy of the book, which apparently is about a 1970s radical protest gone wrong, and the lives of the protesters 20-some years later. My second novel falls in the category of, I should have read this book as a teenager, and I may have problems reading it now, but I will give it a try nonetheless, Dickens' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Tale of Two Cities&lt;/span&gt;. I may want my students to read it, so I had better check it out first. The third book is pure beach read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns, &lt;/span&gt;by Khaled Hosseini. I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt; in two or three days and just ate it up like it was candy, cried my eyes out. So while my apartment is occupied by inlaws, that'll be me with Good Reads on the Pacific Coast of Mexico, not paying attention to train delays or urine-smelling subway stations. But sure enough, Underground Reads will be back in September, just in time for school kids and the exciting end of the baseball season. Read Underground!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-3467044508301704940?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3467044508301704940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=3467044508301704940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3467044508301704940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3467044508301704940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/08/mexico.html' title='Mexico'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJSN7Xu01OI/AAAAAAAAANI/yYYZHkv7uyo/s72-c/puerto+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-3131838620379251960</id><published>2008-08-02T12:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:08.372-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Talk Pretty One Day'/><title type='text'>Me Talk Pretty One Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJSHJD5DWOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/m8sGMId3kMY/s1600-h/IMG_0761%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJSHJD5DWOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/m8sGMId3kMY/s200/IMG_0761%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229953657017161954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Manhattan bound A Train between Nostrand and Jay-Borough Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have a confession to make. I don't find David Sedaris funny. I've read his stuff in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New Yorker.  &lt;/span&gt;I've tried to read his books. I find them too wink-wink nudge-nudge, an assumption that his reader will be in on his jokes that, at least in my case, is wrong. I'm not proud of this fact. I meet people all the time who disagree with me completely, my wife included. Jessica is one of those people. "His writing his hilarious," she says. "It makes the subway ride go by fast."  I want to jump up and down and stomp my feet. I hate not getting the joke. What is so funny? Jessica is a student adviser at Kaplan, the test-prep company. Mostly, she says, she listens to student problems, which as it turns out come in droves. She loves to read on the train, she says, and although she was packing an iPod in her bag, she felt too engrossed in the Sedaris book to strap on the earbuds. I ask anyone who reads this, please explain to me what is so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-3131838620379251960?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3131838620379251960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=3131838620379251960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3131838620379251960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3131838620379251960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-talk-pretty-one-day.html' title='Me Talk Pretty One Day'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJSHJD5DWOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/m8sGMId3kMY/s72-c/IMG_0761%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-992298142930008031</id><published>2008-08-02T11:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:08.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister of My Heart'/><title type='text'>Sister of My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJSEP-AMshI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PxyokS16HQw/s1600-h/IMG_0762%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJSEP-AMshI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PxyokS16HQw/s200/IMG_0762%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229950477160722962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Train between Brooklyn and Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I first encountered Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni in the '90s while in grad school. She granted me an interview for the literary magazine we were trying to get off the ground, having published just one book of short stories, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arranged Marriage&lt;/span&gt;. Those stories, I felt at the time, captured something I didn't know about--the South Asian immigrant experience--but something much more universal and also attractive--the feeling of alienation within American culture. Her second book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mistress of Spices&lt;/span&gt;, didn't compel quite as much. Then life I found myself drawn to other writers. Angeline, who was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sister of My Heart&lt;/span&gt; on the A train, had that same visceral response as I did after reading that first book. Angeline, who first encountered Divakaruni at Rutgers in a multi-cultural literature class in college, is a far better reader than I am, I'm afraid. There's something about someone who will go out and read a writer's body of work, and Angeline, a second grade teacher, had just gone out and bought three of Divakaruni's novels. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sister of My Heart&lt;/span&gt; is the first one she's tackled, and it's about two cousins raised as sisters, set in India. She's nearly done with the novel after reading it for only four days, "a quick read" she says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-992298142930008031?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/992298142930008031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=992298142930008031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/992298142930008031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/992298142930008031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/08/sister-of-my-heart.html' title='Sister of My Heart'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJSEP-AMshI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PxyokS16HQw/s72-c/IMG_0762%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-504660987921291832</id><published>2008-07-31T09:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:09.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart is a Lonely Hunter'/><title type='text'>The Heart is a Lonely Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJHHWLVQDoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XTAxHmhn_gY/s1600-h/IMG_0758%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJHHWLVQDoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XTAxHmhn_gY/s200/IMG_0758%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229179826166828674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;C Train going underground between Brooklyn and Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen, an audio engineer, first read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, &lt;/span&gt;by Carson McCullers ten years ago. What a brilliant idea, to reread this novel. When I think that she wrote it when she was 23, I want to give up my own writing. It's a beautiful story set in a small town in Georgia. I too hadn't read it in a long time, maybe 20 years not 10. I remember the deaf mute and the girl, but little else. Stephen, however, has a good memory and rarely rereads books. The last book he read on the train which he loved as much as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Heart is a Lonely Hunter&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;100 Years of Solitude&lt;/span&gt;, another novel that deserves rereading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-504660987921291832?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/504660987921291832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=504660987921291832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/504660987921291832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/504660987921291832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/heart-is-lonely-hunter.html' title='The Heart is a Lonely Hunter'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJHHWLVQDoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XTAxHmhn_gY/s72-c/IMG_0758%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-1109840929415845501</id><published>2008-07-31T09:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:09.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sellevision'/><title type='text'>Sellevision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJHDfxKijkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xIIxbJKFvxM/s1600-h/IMG_0755%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJHDfxKijkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xIIxbJKFvxM/s200/IMG_0755%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229175592894762562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Manhattan bound Brooklyn C train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sellevision &lt;/span&gt;is a "humorous" novel by memoirist Augustin Burroughs. about TV shopping networks, according to Brook, a fund raiser for a non-profit agency. Email becomes important to the plot, as does  a woman's facial hair. Burroughs is one of her favorite authors, Brook says. He has written &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Writing With Scissors, Dry, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Wolf at the Table. &lt;/span&gt;She thinks this might be his first novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-1109840929415845501?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1109840929415845501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=1109840929415845501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1109840929415845501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1109840929415845501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/sellevision.html' title='Sellevision'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SJHDfxKijkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xIIxbJKFvxM/s72-c/IMG_0755%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-1647930117491578422</id><published>2008-07-27T14:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:09.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Color of Magic'/><title type='text'>The Color of Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SIy-SPL4QtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QEMgqiMmzVY/s1600-h/IMG_0751%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SIy-SPL4QtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QEMgqiMmzVY/s200/IMG_0751%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227762487993582290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uptown A Train in Manhattan, traveling on the F Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam, who is getting her masters degree in Bio-ethics, agreed with me that you've got to give Terry Pratchett his props. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Color of Magic, &lt;/span&gt;which Miriam was reading on the train, is the first of a series that spans 20 books. She says the books create a fantasy world. There are, in fact, wizards. She started reading much later in the series and is now returning to the first one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-1647930117491578422?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1647930117491578422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=1647930117491578422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1647930117491578422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1647930117491578422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/color-of-magic.html' title='The Color of Magic'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SIy-SPL4QtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QEMgqiMmzVY/s72-c/IMG_0751%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-6617702098872622570</id><published>2008-07-27T14:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:09.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret Life of Bees'/><title type='text'>The Secret Life of Bees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SIy8pBsLozI/AAAAAAAAAMI/yOBNOm3rjag/s1600-h/IMG_0748%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SIy8pBsLozI/AAAAAAAAAMI/yOBNOm3rjag/s200/IMG_0748%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227760680484709170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Uptown A Train in Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alisha is a court reporter and was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret Life of Bees&lt;/span&gt; by Sue Monk. She hadn't progressed very far, page 14, but has hope because it was recommended to her by someone who has the same favorite book as she does, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Know This Much is True, &lt;/span&gt;by Wally Lamb. She reports that the novel is about a young white girl living in the South. Her mother died and she's being raised by her Black house keeper. Then she told me about www.bookcrossing.com. It's a website that encourages people to leave their books in places where others are likely to find them, effectively passing on good books to someone who might need a new book to read on the subway.  I love this idea. When I was much younger, I didn't believe in collecting books, and I gave away every book I enjoyed, or throughout the bad books. I like to refer to my books now, as a teacher, so I hold on to them, but I still love to give away books to people who would enjoy them, and have people recommend books as well. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bookcrossing&lt;/span&gt;, according to the website, is itself a noun in the Oxford Concise English Dictionary that means   "the practice of leaving a book in a public place to be picked up and read by others, who then do likewise." If only we had a little shelf built into the subway trains where we could exchange books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-6617702098872622570?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6617702098872622570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=6617702098872622570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6617702098872622570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6617702098872622570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/secret-life-of-bees.html' title='The Secret Life of Bees'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SIy8pBsLozI/AAAAAAAAAMI/yOBNOm3rjag/s72-c/IMG_0748%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-1569409807723656417</id><published>2008-07-27T13:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:09.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Know Why the Cage Bird Sings'/><title type='text'>I Know Why the Cage Bird Sings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SIy3oq0BpxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zZM5ElOpl34/s1600-h/IMG_0746%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SIy3oq0BpxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zZM5ElOpl34/s200/IMG_0746%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227755176785454866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Manhattan-bound A Train in Brooklyn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book you see in the picture is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Know Why the Cage Bird Sings, &lt;/span&gt;by Maya Angelou. Taking a picture with my phone in a moving train is tough, and I am sorry that I am not more of a photographer. Moses didn't want his picture taken with the book, and I don't blame him, in some respects. I am a guy he's never met before, accosting him on a subway train and asking him about his book. The book itself is well known to me; as I high school teacher, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Know Why the Cage Bird Sings &lt;/span&gt;is a staple, or what Moses calls a classic.  "It's a book about the American experience," Moses says. I asked him how. He said in the way we are still learning, as a country, to deal with race and gender, "regardless of how we see ourselves." It's not a "profound" book, he said, "because it's a reality."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-1569409807723656417?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1569409807723656417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=1569409807723656417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1569409807723656417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1569409807723656417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/manhattan-bound-train-in-brooklyn.html' title='I Know Why the Cage Bird Sings'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SIy3oq0BpxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zZM5ElOpl34/s72-c/IMG_0746%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-1269092593436152939</id><published>2008-07-20T12:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:09.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughter of Fortune'/><title type='text'>Daughter of Fortune</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SINqfdLeKeI/AAAAAAAAALw/P4-DjpvZr2Y/s1600-h/daughter+of+fortune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225137081321138658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SINqfdLeKeI/AAAAAAAAALw/P4-DjpvZr2Y/s200/daughter+of+fortune.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Jay-Borough Hall, waiting for the F Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain trains where riders read. That seems to be always true on the F Train, especially between midtown Manhattan and Park Slope. I'll let you, gentle reader, find your own conclusions. So although I myself patiently waited for the A Train across the platform at Jay-Borough Hall, I guessed that by wandering over to the F side, I'd find a reader. Sure enough, Maria, a union organizer, read &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Daughter of Fortune&lt;/span&gt; by Isabel Allende while waiting for the F, which came two minutes after I approached her. Contrary to my assumption, however, she says she usually doesn't read books on the train. She reads magazines. However she got &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Daughter of Fortune&lt;/span&gt; at train station--I'm assuming she meant Grand Central or Penn Station. She assumes that by doing so, "it is something that has to be mass marketed," and therefore an easy read. Readers? Is this novel an easy, train-ready, read? Sadly, before I asked if I could take a picture of her holding her book, Maria's train came.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-1269092593436152939?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1269092593436152939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=1269092593436152939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1269092593436152939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1269092593436152939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/daughter-of-fortune.html' title='Daughter of Fortune'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SINqfdLeKeI/AAAAAAAAALw/P4-DjpvZr2Y/s72-c/daughter+of+fortune.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-4401908145598327541</id><published>2008-07-20T12:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:14.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kick Up Your Heels; The Subtle Knife'/><title type='text'>Kick Up Your Heels; The Subtle Knife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SINmgE9iKeI/AAAAAAAAALo/zXu4eIHaeZI/s1600-h/IMG_0739%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SINmgE9iKeI/AAAAAAAAALo/zXu4eIHaeZI/s200/IMG_0739%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225132693953587682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The F Train at 7th Avenue in Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susannah, an artist, was reading two books when I spoke with her earlier this week. She was reading a non-fiction book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kick Up Your Heels...Before You're Too Short to Wear Them: How to Live a Long, Healthy, Juicy Life&lt;/span&gt;, by Loretta LaRoche, which she described as a "humorous book" about middle age and mid-life. Quickly, however, she pulled another book out of her bag, about which she waxed with more enthusiasm, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Subtle Knife&lt;/span&gt; by Philip Pullman. "This is really good. The series is really good." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Subtle Knife &lt;/span&gt;comes second in a trilogy. She said that Pullman's series "is so hard to describe." In the world of the novels, "people's souls are animals." There is a church that is trying to separate the souls from the animals. Susannah then stopped and made a brilliant suggestion, the kind my high school students love: Go see the movie. The first book of the trilogy is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/span&gt;, which starred Nicole Kidman, came out last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-4401908145598327541?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4401908145598327541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=4401908145598327541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4401908145598327541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4401908145598327541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/kick-up-your-heels-subtle-knife.html' title='Kick Up Your Heels; The Subtle Knife'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SINmgE9iKeI/AAAAAAAAALo/zXu4eIHaeZI/s72-c/IMG_0739%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-2285534028277555349</id><published>2008-07-20T12:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:14.671-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ambassadors'/><title type='text'>The Ambassadors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SINkXQi9GDI/AAAAAAAAALg/1BPpoWeeVCk/s1600-h/IMG_0737%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SINkXQi9GDI/AAAAAAAAALg/1BPpoWeeVCk/s200/IMG_0737%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225130343421253682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;R Train Somewhere in Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is a director and is rereading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ambassadors, &lt;/span&gt;by Henry James, for some ideas on a screenplay he is writing.  "Usually," he says, as do many of the people I seem to catch on the subway,  "I don't read on the train." My first reaction was to suggest that he try something else besides Henry James, but I try not to appear rude during interviews. And he has read novel, which revisits James' main focus--Old World Europe versus the New World U.S.--a number of times. SO he likes the book. Maybe, as David says, he just doesn't read on the subway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-2285534028277555349?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2285534028277555349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=2285534028277555349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2285534028277555349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2285534028277555349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/ambassadors.html' title='The Ambassadors'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SINkXQi9GDI/AAAAAAAAALg/1BPpoWeeVCk/s72-c/IMG_0737%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-2377674745152483055</id><published>2008-07-15T07:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:14.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multi-State Work Book Vol. 1'/><title type='text'>Multi-State Work Book Vol. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SHyGJbY3nwI/AAAAAAAAALY/LViKX46dev0/s1600-h/IMG_0734%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SHyGJbY3nwI/AAAAAAAAALY/LViKX46dev0/s200/IMG_0734%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223197164371943170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Train headed uptown between Fulton Street and Union Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason is studying for the bar on the subway. At this point in the process, the New York Law School graduate is studying property. He has three weeks left until the test. "I need a change of scenery," he says. "White noise. Starbucks." Good luck, Jason. Good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-2377674745152483055?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2377674745152483055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=2377674745152483055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2377674745152483055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2377674745152483055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/multi-state-work-book-vol-1.html' title='Multi-State Work Book Vol. 1'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SHyGJbY3nwI/AAAAAAAAALY/LViKX46dev0/s72-c/IMG_0734%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-4209110408224300508</id><published>2008-07-13T22:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:15.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White Teeth'/><title type='text'>White Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SHrGM7u-LZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-uogpKGAF3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0733%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SHrGM7u-LZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-uogpKGAF3Q/s200/IMG_0733%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222704643384946066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A Train Manhattan bound between Nostrand and High Street/Brooklyn Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kylie was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Teeth&lt;/span&gt;, by Zadie Smith, and I asked her why I knew no men who had raves for the novel and its writer, only women. She didn't know. As a matter of fact, the person who recommended the novel to her--which she had laying around for a year, as she tends to buy more books than she can read at once--was a man.  He told Kylie that Smith's newest book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On Beauty&lt;/span&gt;, is the best book he's ever read.  Just goes to show, probably, that I should get out more. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Teeth &lt;/span&gt;is set in England, for those who haven't read it (male and female). It involves two families, one that is half Jamaican and British, and the other Bengali. I have seen the word multi-culturalism connected with this novel. The book has a light tone, says Kylie, who works for a non-profit responsible for the Penny Harvest, which has school children collecting thousands of dollars in pennies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Teeth's &lt;/span&gt;writing isn't heavy, she says, the subject matter most certainly is.  Now, for full disclosure: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had never met Kylie, but my students raised over $70 for the Penny Harvest this year and won the school pizza party, which for 14 year olds is very significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-4209110408224300508?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4209110408224300508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=4209110408224300508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4209110408224300508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4209110408224300508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/white-teeth.html' title='White Teeth'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SHrGM7u-LZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-uogpKGAF3Q/s72-c/IMG_0733%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-8308743085255810133</id><published>2008-07-06T20:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:15.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Taste'/><title type='text'>One Taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SHFlbJf8kiI/AAAAAAAAALI/8ROp0T9h1YI/s1600-h/IMG_0727%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SHFlbJf8kiI/AAAAAAAAALI/8ROp0T9h1YI/s200/IMG_0727%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220064960179900962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Downtown 4 Train between 14th Street and Fulton Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Taste &lt;/span&gt;would be a culinary book. I need to look at subtitles. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Taste: Daily Reflections on Integral Spirituality&lt;/span&gt;, by Ken Wilber. Wilber is one of the foremost philosophers in the United States, an author of 18 books, explains Travis, who performs the heroic job of tech support for an anti-spam company. He also manages a dojo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Taste&lt;/span&gt; is a journal he wrote for a year, reflecting on his work. Integral Spirituality, Travis says--and I fear I will flub this up--is that "everyone is right. No one is smart enough to be wrong 100 percent of the time."  Wilber, says Travis, who is on vacation with his wife from San Francisco, tries to find the commonalities in all believe systems. I wonder if the IRT is just that link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-8308743085255810133?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8308743085255810133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=8308743085255810133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/8308743085255810133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/8308743085255810133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-taste.html' title='One Taste'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SHFlbJf8kiI/AAAAAAAAALI/8ROp0T9h1YI/s72-c/IMG_0727%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-4093594095261738734</id><published>2008-07-06T20:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:15.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Many Masters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Many Lives'/><title type='text'>Many Lives, Many Masters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SHFk8SWibPI/AAAAAAAAALA/HhNmeYt-bWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0726%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SHFk8SWibPI/AAAAAAAAALA/HhNmeYt-bWQ/s200/IMG_0726%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220064429980413170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Downtown 4 Train between 86th and 42nd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Many Lives, Many Masters: The True Story of a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Prominent&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Psychiatrist, His Young Patient, and the Past-Life Therapy That Changed Both Their Lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, by Brian L. Weiss is a book that should be definitely judged by its cover, in that the full title, complete with subtitle tells it all. According to Susan, who works in communications in a financial institution, the book is about a psychotherapist who was forced to try using hypnosis to get in touch with a client's past lives when nothing else would work. This book, Susan tells us, is about that patient and those past lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;" class="parseasinTitle"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-4093594095261738734?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4093594095261738734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=4093594095261738734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4093594095261738734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4093594095261738734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/downtown-4-train-between-86th-and-42nd.html' title='Many Lives, Many Masters'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SHFk8SWibPI/AAAAAAAAALA/HhNmeYt-bWQ/s72-c/IMG_0726%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-213073409254249304</id><published>2008-07-03T18:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:15.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naked and The Subterraneans'/><title type='text'>Naked and The Subterraneans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SG1VHM1_ZRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8K9-QOfq39s/s1600-h/IMG_0725%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SG1VHM1_ZRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8K9-QOfq39s/s200/IMG_0725%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218921125387396370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Downtown 3 Train at Chambers Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tempting to include Alison and Sarah in the same blog entry, as they were sitting next to each other, reading on the train, sisters on vacation from Maryland. So I did. Alison, a student at Smith off on summer vacation, was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naked&lt;/span&gt;, by David Sedaris.  Now, I might be the last person in New York who hasn't read the memoir, and I had to ask her tell me what it's about, which she never got around to. "A friend gave it to me, and besides, it's my only book I brought [on her vacation]. It's about his childhood in North Carolina." Well, okay, I learned that. "I really like it. It's funny." Sarah, a student  at Carleton College in Minnesota, was reading Jack Kerouac's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Subterraneans&lt;/span&gt;, another book that, at least in college, everyone around me had read but that I failed to read. "This is a story about a writer who has an affair with a Black woman." She said it asks the questions "Does love matter?" and "How am I going to make a living?" Fine questions not only for college, but for the 3 train, especially going downtown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-213073409254249304?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/213073409254249304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=213073409254249304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/213073409254249304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/213073409254249304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/naked-and-subterraneans.html' title='Naked and The Subterraneans'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SG1VHM1_ZRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8K9-QOfq39s/s72-c/IMG_0725%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-3885486458338759251</id><published>2008-07-03T10:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:15.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Celestine Prophecy'/><title type='text'>The Celestine Prophecy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGzf0U0CfgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5OY7rEI74sg/s1600-h/IMG_0723%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGzf0U0CfgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5OY7rEI74sg/s200/IMG_0723%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218792158248730114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 train headed downtown at 86th Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, a store manager, was coy about the book she was reading, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Celestine Prophecy&lt;/span&gt;, by James Redfield. Or rather, she accused me of coyness. I asked her what the book was about and she said, "Oh, I think you know." I admitted that I knew it was a book about spirituality, but that was all I knew. She said it was a work of fiction, which I did not know, and that it was about a group of people searching for a manuscript. She had tried a couple times to read it and couldn't, but had heard it was a good book, so this time she is plowing ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-3885486458338759251?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3885486458338759251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=3885486458338759251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3885486458338759251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3885486458338759251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/celestine-prophecy.html' title='The Celestine Prophecy'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGzf0U0CfgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5OY7rEI74sg/s72-c/IMG_0723%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-5796726108438218880</id><published>2008-07-03T09:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:16.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spiral Staircase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGzdSXJnv0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZnwQ89evnI4/s1600-h/spiral+staircase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGzdSXJnv0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZnwQ89evnI4/s200/spiral+staircase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218789375737315138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;4 Train Uptown between 42nd Street and 59th Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a young man--maybe mid-20s--sat across the train from me reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spiral Staircase: My Climb Out of the Darkness&lt;/span&gt;, by Karen Armstrong. He was the only one reading on the train besides me. He read with his head phones in his ears, presumably listening to music. There were four other people on the train who had headphones in, connected to MP3 players or what have you stationed in pockets. There is no judgment here. I am often one of the headphone people, preferring to zone out and not concentrate on text, or to block out the noise of other people's radios or conversations. There is also the rush-hour headphone wearing, when there isn't enough space to take out a book. People shove their way onto the car, bodies pinned against bodies. Listening to the iPod replaces the book as an activity, but perhaps more importantly, the space in your head where you listen to music is the only real space you can carve out for yourself; headphones are yet another place New Yorkers claim space when there is very little to be had. But back to our young man in his mid-20s, he worked the bonus train activity of listening to music &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; reading, something that is good for providing white noise enough to concentrate in an otherwise noisy train--an irony because there was relatively few late morning riders going uptown on the 4.  His book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spiral Staircase, &lt;/span&gt;is a memoir. Armstrong is a noted writer on New Yorker's favorite subject for train reading--God--having written 21 books on a host of world religions. This book is about her own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt;, which would seem to be relevant&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;phrase. In 1969, Armstrong chose to leave the Catholic Church for a secular life. It is my self-imposed rule that I will not ask people to take out their headphones to talk to me about their books. There is some kind of fugue state I know I can get into with a good book and music without words--Debussy or perhaps  Johnny Hodges.  If there is a place where the words on the page truly make up the entire universe and there is nothing that interferes, the place is on an empty 4 train going up down with a set of headphones and a good book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-5796726108438218880?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5796726108438218880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=5796726108438218880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5796726108438218880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5796726108438218880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/spiral-staircase.html' title='The Spiral Staircase'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGzdSXJnv0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZnwQ89evnI4/s72-c/spiral+staircase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-5113308165413481559</id><published>2008-06-29T12:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:16.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hobbit'/><title type='text'>The Hobbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGe0_nEAC9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/grQ8PDTjBkQ/s1600-h/IMG_0695%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGe0_nEAC9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/grQ8PDTjBkQ/s200/IMG_0695%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217337698242530258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queens bound G train in Brooklyn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've seen the movies, I avoided &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/span&gt;  by J. R. R. Tolkien. I tried to read it as a kid, and couldn't get hooked, so I put it down. I went on to read other things as I did read a lot as a child--the reverse situation from Daniel, who was about halfway through. "I heard it was a great book, so I'm reading it." Daniel will be a sophomore at Stuyvesant High School in September. Neither he, nor his little brother, who was sitting next to him on the train, like to read. He prefers history. "I'm not really a book fan. I started reading this summer. It seems like a good thing to do." He said he struggles in English, he said. The problem is, he just doesn't understand what the books are about in his English class. Last year, in 9th grade, his class read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catcher in the Rye. &lt;/span&gt;He said he really didn't understand either of those novels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-5113308165413481559?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5113308165413481559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=5113308165413481559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5113308165413481559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5113308165413481559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/hobbit.html' title='The Hobbit'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGe0_nEAC9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/grQ8PDTjBkQ/s72-c/IMG_0695%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-2449654911523508779</id><published>2008-06-29T11:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:16.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fool Stop Trippin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Fool Stop Trippin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGeyhVAT2NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mxQqy7KHfOM/s1600-h/IMG_0699%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGeyhVAT2NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mxQqy7KHfOM/s200/IMG_0699%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217334978975881426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outward-bound E Train Making Local Stops at Steinway Street in Queens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My new favorite book title is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fool Stop Trippin'&lt;/span&gt;, a novel by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ptBrand"&gt;Tina Brooks McKinney.  &lt;/span&gt; Bashiekh, a security guard,  recommended it. Said he's read it twice. He reads all books twice, in in case he misses something the first time. This novel is set in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. I asked him if the book is about survival and he said yes.  I learned that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fool Stop Trippin' &lt;/span&gt;is the third in McKinney's Drama trilogy, which includes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All That Drama &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lawd, Mo' Drama&lt;/span&gt;. One thing I liked about Bashiekh is that when he heard me interview Debra, who was sitting next to him--she was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;--he pulled his book out. First time, I think, someone actually wanted to get himself on Underground Reads. Thanks, Bashiekh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-2449654911523508779?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2449654911523508779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=2449654911523508779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2449654911523508779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2449654911523508779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/fool-stop-trippin.html' title='Fool Stop Trippin&apos;'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGeyhVAT2NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mxQqy7KHfOM/s72-c/IMG_0699%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-8426336342714130075</id><published>2008-06-29T11:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:16.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGev2pKQ5bI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-nKuYnY1CiE/s1600-h/IMG_0697%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGev2pKQ5bI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-nKuYnY1CiE/s200/IMG_0697%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217332046628709810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outward-bound E Train Making Local Stops at 36th Street in Queens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Rice's books are not the only vampire series. Debra, a graduate student at John Jay College, was reading the second in Stephanie Meyers' Twisted Light series called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;. The difference between the Rice books, she says--and she has read all of those--is that Meyers' novels are funnier, lighter, perhaps written for a slightly younger crowd. I hope Debra didn't might if I asked her if she was a student and whether or not she was in high school or college. I really couldn't tell. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; is about a girl whose boyfriend is a vampire, as is his whole family. The boyfriend dumps her because he realizes he poses a threat to her safety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-8426336342714130075?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8426336342714130075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=8426336342714130075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/8426336342714130075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/8426336342714130075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGev2pKQ5bI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-nKuYnY1CiE/s72-c/IMG_0697%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-6283355393750221350</id><published>2008-06-24T21:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:16.928-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaising Harry WInston; The Elegant Universe'/><title type='text'>Chasing Harry Winston and The Elegant Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGGmCmhz_5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/rK2WxmmlbNk/s1600-h/IMG_0692%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGGmCmhz_5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/rK2WxmmlbNk/s200/IMG_0692%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215632407104061330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Six Train Going Uptown at Bleecker Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love brought together the "chick lit" novel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chasing Harry Winston&lt;/span&gt;, by Lauren Weisberger, and the pop-science book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Elegant Universe: Superstrings, Hidden Dimensions, and the Quest for the Ultimate Theory&lt;/span&gt;, by Brian Greene. Or at least that's how things appeared on the 6 train, as Lillian read the Weisberger novel and John read the science book. Lillian identified herself as a chick lit fan. John just started his book. They reminded me of the New York Times television commercial where the guy says that his wife reads the Sunday Arts and Leisure section and he likes to "check out the Magazine."  But I didn't say anything like that to them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="parseasinTitle"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-6283355393750221350?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6283355393750221350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=6283355393750221350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6283355393750221350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6283355393750221350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/chasing-harry-winston-and-elegant.html' title='Chasing Harry Winston and The Elegant Universe'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGGmCmhz_5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/rK2WxmmlbNk/s72-c/IMG_0692%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-5211682315262521402</id><published>2008-06-24T21:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:17.062-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beloved Country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cry'/><title type='text'>Cry ,The Beloved Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGGiRJRqMcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ycE9sq72PoM/s1600-h/IMG_0690%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGGiRJRqMcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ycE9sq72PoM/s200/IMG_0690%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215628258903208386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The A Train crossing from Brooklyn to Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the case of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cry, The Beloved Country&lt;/span&gt;, by Alan Paton, the beloved country is South Africa. "Somebody told me it's a good book on South African history," said Mekaelia.  The novel is about a South African pastor, his search for his son, and the racial tensions in Apartheid-era South Africa. "I like it. It's different.  The prose is poetic."  Mekaelia, who works for a non-profit that helps college student get internships, reads a lot, on the train and off. "I don't like TV." She says she's never on the train without something to read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-5211682315262521402?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5211682315262521402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=5211682315262521402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5211682315262521402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5211682315262521402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/cry-beloved-country.html' title='Cry ,The Beloved Country'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGGiRJRqMcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ycE9sq72PoM/s72-c/IMG_0690%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-1139990914079605032</id><published>2008-06-24T21:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:17.344-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under The Mistletoe'/><title type='text'>Under The Mistletoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGGeRgFrOPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mUPspG2bpCY/s1600-h/IMG_0689%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGGeRgFrOPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mUPspG2bpCY/s200/IMG_0689%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215623866980448498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Manhattan-bound A Train in Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan pronounced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under The Mistletoe&lt;/span&gt;, by Mary Balogh, historical fiction, and she wasn't kidding. The collection of stories takes place in Regency, England. That's Jane Austen's milieu. Meagan, who said she is a "coordinator," had only started the book and was reading a story about a woman whose husband was away for a year and then returns for--you guessed it--Christmas. Meagan saw the book "on the sales rack" and bought it. She doesn't read much on the train because she doesn't take the train that much. She usually drives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-1139990914079605032?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1139990914079605032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=1139990914079605032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1139990914079605032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1139990914079605032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/under-mistletoe.html' title='Under The Mistletoe'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SGGeRgFrOPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mUPspG2bpCY/s72-c/IMG_0689%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-291548096261568083</id><published>2008-06-21T20:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:18.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ten Prayers God Always Says Yes To'/><title type='text'>Ten Prayers God Always Says Yes To</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SF2hhCNkpTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BZ-YuCkI1TA/s1600-h/IMG_0671%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SF2hhCNkpTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BZ-YuCkI1TA/s200/IMG_0671%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214501532466455858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manhattan-bound 2 Train in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After school lets out, I intend to travel on trains all over New York to find out what people are reading on the subways. Until then, the 2, 4, 5, Franklin Avenue Shuttle, C, and A trains will be what I frequent, with occasional forays onto the F and 6 trains. And until I start traveling to other lines, I might continue to encounter people reading religious texts--or maybe all of New York does. On Thursday, I met Lucy, a secretary, who was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ten Prayers God Always Says Yes To: Divine Answers to Life's Most Difficult Problems&lt;/span&gt; by Anthony Destefano. She was a bit sheepish, or at least reticent, to answer questions, but she did tell me a bit. "So far, it's about how you should believe in God"--about, she said, why one should be saying prayers. The book was a gift from her mother in law. Lucy would recommend the book ,"but not just for Christians. [It's] for anybody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 class="parseasinTitle"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-291548096261568083?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/291548096261568083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=291548096261568083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/291548096261568083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/291548096261568083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/ten-prayers-god-always-says-yes-to.html' title='Ten Prayers God Always Says Yes To'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SF2hhCNkpTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BZ-YuCkI1TA/s72-c/IMG_0671%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-2121062051870588776</id><published>2008-06-18T15:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:18.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bluest Eye'/><title type='text'>The Bluest Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFp4AdWh1oI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U5_RnBM9DTU/s1600-h/ayala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFp4AdWh1oI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U5_RnBM9DTU/s200/ayala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213611467909224066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Manhattan-bound 2 Train in Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toni Morrison is one of my favorite authors, and Ayana gets to take a whole class on her work when she returns to Dartmouth College in the fall. She has the syllabus already and was getting prepared by reading &lt;em&gt;The Bluest Eye&lt;/em&gt;. "It's one of my favorites," she said. Indeed it is her third time reading the novel, about a little girl's struggle for identity, told from multiple perspectives and about multiple themes, such as race and child molestation. In fact, said Ayana, it is the "layers" that make her like the novel so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-2121062051870588776?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2121062051870588776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=2121062051870588776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2121062051870588776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2121062051870588776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/bluest-eye.html' title='The Bluest Eye'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFp4AdWh1oI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U5_RnBM9DTU/s72-c/ayala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-4625439410374144230</id><published>2008-06-15T13:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:18.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academy X'/><title type='text'>Academy X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFVVqqWQjMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/q2B_pPbf9fk/s1600-h/IMG_0668%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFVVqqWQjMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/q2B_pPbf9fk/s200/IMG_0668%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212166335161732290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Waiting for the F Train at Jay Street-Borough Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Academy X&lt;/span&gt;, by Andrew Tees,  is about an upper class New York private school. John said he just started the book. He was so into the book, in fact, that rather than saying more, and what he did for a living, he told me "that's enough" and returned to reading. Fair enough. However, I wish John had told me more, because after I got home last night, I went back and read the 2006 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt; book review, which got me intrigued. Maybe I want to read this book. It's about a high school English teacher, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Times&lt;/span&gt; says, "torn between idealism and cynicism."  I'm a high school English teacher that fits that description! John, please, I need to know: Is this my beach read for the summer? If only "that" wasn't "enough."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-4625439410374144230?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4625439410374144230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=4625439410374144230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4625439410374144230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4625439410374144230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/academy-x.html' title='Academy X'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFVVqqWQjMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/q2B_pPbf9fk/s72-c/IMG_0668%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-7056227535526075608</id><published>2008-06-15T13:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:19.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mayflower'/><title type='text'>Mayflower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFVTLWFGERI/AAAAAAAAAJA/j3y1S46B_bc/s1600-h/IMG_0667%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFVTLWFGERI/AAAAAAAAAJA/j3y1S46B_bc/s200/IMG_0667%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212163598121832722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Waiting for the F Train at Jay Street-Borough Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan, a photo editor, was not sure that Nathaniel Philbrick didn't have to fictionalize parts of the story in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mayflower: A Story of Courage, Community, and War, &lt;/span&gt;an historical narrative that Amazon says is part of the genre called Popular History. Still, Susan didn't mind. "The story is quite different than what we were taught." She added that she didn't feel "narrative liberties changes the course of the history. That's just life--all of life is like that." I couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="parseasinTitle"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-7056227535526075608?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7056227535526075608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=7056227535526075608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7056227535526075608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7056227535526075608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/mayflower.html' title='Mayflower'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFVTLWFGERI/AAAAAAAAAJA/j3y1S46B_bc/s72-c/IMG_0667%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-5125858400084289636</id><published>2008-06-15T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:19.212-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autobiography of a Yogi'/><title type='text'>Autobiography of a Yogi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFVQ6HjYbqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/npv_wZre5nQ/s1600-h/IMG_0666%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFVQ6HjYbqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/npv_wZre5nQ/s200/IMG_0666%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212161103141301922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Waiting for the F Train at Jay Street-Borough Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so many interviews I have conducted this week, Eve, a waitress, was reading a book about spirituality, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Autobiography of a Yogi&lt;/span&gt;, a well read and well translated book from 1946 written by Paramahansa Yogananda. "It was given to me by a friend years ago. I just pulled it out. You know how that goes." Eve has only read a few chapters, and she was at a place where Yogananda is looking for a guru. He was born "in this direction," she said, "being a yogi, a monk."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-5125858400084289636?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5125858400084289636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=5125858400084289636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5125858400084289636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5125858400084289636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/autobiography-of-yogi.html' title='Autobiography of a Yogi'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFVQ6HjYbqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/npv_wZre5nQ/s72-c/IMG_0666%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-3647921220956433769</id><published>2008-06-15T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:19.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Never Too Late'/><title type='text'>It's Never Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFVOWbgnjpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/K5WtWvpUzcg/s1600-h/IMG_0664%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFVOWbgnjpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/K5WtWvpUzcg/s200/IMG_0664%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212158290999873170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manhattan bound A Train between Nostrand and Hoyt-Schermerhorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekene was very helpful in explaining the book she was reading, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Never Too Late&lt;/span&gt;, Zachery Tims autobiography. Like many people I've encountered on the subway, she was reading an inspirational religious book. Tims, she reported, is a minister who was in gangs and was addicted to drugs. He managed to get himself out, she said, and now presides over a well-known Baptist congregation in Florida. "I am a Christian myself and this is mostly the kinds of books I read," said Ekene, who is an elementary school teacher in a private school. She said she was browsing Barnes and Noble when she came across this book. "It's excellent."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-3647921220956433769?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3647921220956433769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=3647921220956433769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3647921220956433769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3647921220956433769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-never-too-late.html' title='It&apos;s Never Too Late'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFVOWbgnjpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/K5WtWvpUzcg/s72-c/IMG_0664%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-7487907091575029775</id><published>2008-06-13T19:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:19.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tender is the Night'/><title type='text'>Tender is the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFMJe_zbPAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NEAD5dn1tKY/s1600-h/200px-Tender_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFMJe_zbPAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NEAD5dn1tKY/s200/200px-Tender_night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211519621925649410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Uptown 6 Train, between Brooklyn Bridge and Bleecker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had very little time to talk to a young woman in a striped shirt about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tender is the Night&lt;/span&gt;, by F. Scott Fitzgerald--so little that I didn't get to ask her name or take a picture of her book. She wanted to read about the French Riviera, and someone told her that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tender is the Night&lt;/span&gt; is the "go to book" for the French Riviera. I loved everything Fitzgerald wrote when I was a kid and always thought of him for his dreamy writing rather than for anything topical, although I guess &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/span&gt; is thought by some to be the "go to book" for the Jazz Age. The young woman likened &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tender&lt;/span&gt; to Joan Dideon's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Play It Like It Lays. &lt;/span&gt;It's "character development," she said. The melancholy main character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-7487907091575029775?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7487907091575029775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=7487907091575029775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7487907091575029775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7487907091575029775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/tender-is-night.html' title='Tender is the Night'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFMJe_zbPAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NEAD5dn1tKY/s72-c/200px-Tender_night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-4701386844162065886</id><published>2008-06-13T19:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:20.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.S. I Love You'/><title type='text'>PS I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFMFxRjHlOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4BEDRvLU1bI/s1600-h/IMG_0662%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFMFxRjHlOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4BEDRvLU1bI/s200/IMG_0662%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211515537880224994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Uptown 5 Train, Lower Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lydia and I agreed that while neither of us tend to read love stories for the sake of reading love stories, the idea behind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS I love You&lt;/span&gt;, by Cecelia Ahern was pretty original. If you've seen the movie with Hilary Swank, you know what it's about, but neither Lydia nor I have seen the movie. She's waiting to read the book first because she believes the movie will spoil the book: "It's about a lady who loses her husband at a young age. Her friends are going on with their lives, but she's depressed. She's about 25." Lydia says that the husband, who knew he would die of a brain tumor, left scores of notes for his wife around the house that she would then find after he died. The notes told her how to "move on," how to get a job, even how to go on a vacation. It's a good book, said Lydia, who usually reads "action" books and biographies and is a customer service representative at JFK for the Port Authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-4701386844162065886?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4701386844162065886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=4701386844162065886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4701386844162065886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4701386844162065886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/ps-i-love-you.html' title='PS I Love You'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFMFxRjHlOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4BEDRvLU1bI/s72-c/IMG_0662%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-7611525548280476916</id><published>2008-06-13T10:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:20.303-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Reason for God'/><title type='text'>The Reason for God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFKVe0PdrmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Yl5FEViOCqA/s1600-h/r+eason+for+god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211392075473202786" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFKVe0PdrmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Yl5FEViOCqA/s200/r+eason+for+god.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Manhattan Bound A Train between Nostrand and Hoyt-Schermerhorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We live in a city of religion, judging from what people read on the train. The Koran. The Bible. The Talmud. The Book of the Dead. And then there are the books we don't know about, books without screaming book jackets (or book jackets that have been removed). Kayle, who said she is "a stay at home mom," had just started reading &lt;em&gt;The Reason for God: Belief in the Age of Skepticism &lt;/em&gt;when I spoke with her Wednesday, June 11. "He is a Christian," she said of Timothy Keller. The book addresses the issue of whether or not Christianity is the true belief, and, as the title indicates, is addressed to skeptics. Vying for exclusivity--to be the one, true religion--is not such a bad thing, according to the book. She's only read a few chapters but finds the book "very enlightening." Me, I'd like to moderate a debate on the A train between all of the one, true religions. I bet it would take from Inwood to Far Rockaway. Afterwards, we could all go swimming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-7611525548280476916?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7611525548280476916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=7611525548280476916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7611525548280476916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7611525548280476916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/reason-for-god.html' title='The Reason for God'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFKVe0PdrmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Yl5FEViOCqA/s72-c/r+eason+for+god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-6926393594497961801</id><published>2008-06-13T10:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:20.569-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkish Reflections'/><title type='text'>Turkish Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFKEDlrIXZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/g2WNu9XU0XU/s1600-h/TURKISH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211372916008574354" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFKEDlrIXZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/g2WNu9XU0XU/s200/TURKISH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Franklin Avenue Shuttle between Fulton and Botanic Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Virginia is going to Turkey. And Bulgaria.  And Georgia. All around the Black Sea, in fact. So she went to the library and withdrew &lt;em&gt;Turkish Reflections: A Biography of a Place&lt;/em&gt;, by writer Mary Lee Settle, an author of which Virginia had heard about before she read the book. Her tour operator, she said, recommended the &lt;em&gt;Turkish Reflections&lt;/em&gt;. "It's travel writing, history, observations." Virginia is one lucky woman. The Black Sea coast is beautiful, both with typical beach attributes but also with beautiful ruins, lush forests, and friendly people. I got off the train, Tuesday evening, June 10, dripping with sweat from this early summer heat wave, walked up the stairs to Eastern Parkway, went and purchased some stewed chicken at Golden Crust on Franklin, and fantasized about the cool climes of the Sanfranbolu coast, looking at the Black Sea from a hilltop filled with all those wonderful 17th century Turkish homes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-6926393594497961801?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6926393594497961801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=6926393594497961801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6926393594497961801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6926393594497961801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/turkish-reflections.html' title='Turkish Reflections'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SFKEDlrIXZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/g2WNu9XU0XU/s72-c/TURKISH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-7516991503700436642</id><published>2008-06-09T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:20.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linden Hills'/><title type='text'>Linden Hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SE3oZ_KCO6I/AAAAAAAAAII/F4CQUMU32l8/s1600-h/IMG_0658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SE3oZ_KCO6I/AAAAAAAAAII/F4CQUMU32l8/s200/IMG_0658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210075877085428642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Manhattan Bound 2 Train, between Winthrop and Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby, a high school English teacher, was reading her book club book, Gloria Naylor's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linden Hills, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;in the cool subway after a day of teaching in 100 degree heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Although she would be reading anyway, she loves her book club, made of friends and former coworkers, called "Lady Literati." The novel, which Gabby says is based on Dante's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inferno&lt;/span&gt;, is about an all-black suburb, Linden Hills. "I'm still trying to figure it out. It's showing people's folly, avarice, and greed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-7516991503700436642?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7516991503700436642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=7516991503700436642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7516991503700436642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7516991503700436642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/lindin-hills.html' title='Linden Hills'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SE3oZ_KCO6I/AAAAAAAAAII/F4CQUMU32l8/s72-c/IMG_0658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-8821581744501093260</id><published>2008-06-01T20:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:21.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lobsters'/><title type='text'>The Secret Life of Lobsters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEM-2auvhRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o-xgWSlX94M/s1600-h/hoyt_schermerhorn_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207074698779657490" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEM-2auvhRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o-xgWSlX94M/s200/hoyt_schermerhorn_sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Queens-bound A Train at Hoyt-Schermerhorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linnea gave me one subway stop to talk to her about her book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret Life of Lobsters&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Fisherman and Scientists Are Unraveling the Mysteries of Our Favorite Crustaceans&lt;/span&gt;, by Trevor Corson (thankfully, I looked up the full title on Amazon rather than copying it down in my notebook). Linnea is a journalist and was fascinated by this journalistic narrative about how lobster fisherman and scientists clashed over how to save the lobster population of Maine. She liked the book so much that she had read half the book on the very day I spoke with her. She told me so, then exited the train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-8821581744501093260?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8821581744501093260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=8821581744501093260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/8821581744501093260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/8821581744501093260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/secret-life-of-lobsters.html' title='The Secret Life of Lobsters'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEM-2auvhRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o-xgWSlX94M/s72-c/hoyt_schermerhorn_sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-786700482067190288</id><published>2008-06-01T19:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:21.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire'/><title type='text'>Interview With a Vampire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEM8uquvhQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/awjUC7Cpj-w/s1600-h/iPod+346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207072366612415746" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEM8uquvhQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/awjUC7Cpj-w/s200/iPod+346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Uptown 5 Train in Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica made me think of something I hadn't thought of before: That the book she was reading, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interview With a Vampire, &lt;/span&gt;by Anne Rice, is a classic. And surely it must be. Rice's tetralogy (or quartet, as Durrell might write) has spawned countless editions and films, influenced teenagers who wear black lipstick, and spawned narrated bus tours in New Orleans (which I have taken). Does such fanfare make a novel a classic? Would a university professor teach the book in a class of 20th Century American classics (the book was first published in 1976)? Perhaps there is something called a subway classic, and if so, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interview With a Vampire &lt;/span&gt;must be considered as one. The story, Jessica reminded me, revolves around a guy who interviews people about what they do and he interviews a vampire. Jessica, who is in marketing and event planning, was told by her boss to read the book. "She said it drags a bit in places but so far, I like it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-786700482067190288?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/786700482067190288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=786700482067190288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/786700482067190288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/786700482067190288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/interview-with-vampire.html' title='Interview With a Vampire'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEM8uquvhQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/awjUC7Cpj-w/s72-c/iPod+346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-1733267752556889422</id><published>2008-06-01T19:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:21.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dying'/><title type='text'>Born Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEM3b6uvhPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PJ0erpa1jvs/s1600-h/born+dying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207066546931729650" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEM3b6uvhPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PJ0erpa1jvs/s200/born+dying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Manhattan Bound A Train between Nostrand and Hoyt-Schermerhorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna said that she just started reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Born Dying&lt;/span&gt;, by Harold L. Turley II. "It's basically kids trying to make a living any way they can on the street." The story is set in Harlem. I mentioned to Donna, a bus driver, that a lot of my high school students read books about violence in the streets. I wondered what she thought. "I'm not out in the streets so [by reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Born Dying &lt;/span&gt;and books like it] you get to know about the streets." She thinks the book probably exaggerates street violence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-1733267752556889422?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1733267752556889422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=1733267752556889422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1733267752556889422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1733267752556889422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/born-dying.html' title='Born Dying'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEM3b6uvhPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PJ0erpa1jvs/s72-c/born+dying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-6417399501668040159</id><published>2008-06-01T11:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:21.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SELFrKuvhOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9H3cQe-aUh4/s1600-h/biggersubway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SELFrKuvhOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9H3cQe-aUh4/s200/biggersubway.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206941464599168226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Uptown 6 Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had my first -- I don't even know what to call it--rejection? I approached a young woman in a car with only two other people on it, two middle-aged men arguing about the economy. She was a dark-haired white woman reading a hard-cover book; I could not see the title. She is the 23rd train passenger I have approached. I asked her, as I do, if I could ask her about her book because I write a blog about the books people read on the subway, and she said "No. Thank You." Because I have not been denied an interview before, I didn't hear her very well, and I kept going with my next question, "So what book are you reading." She said, "I said, 'No thank you.'" I apologized and walked away, feeling flustered and nervous. I did a quick checklist: Was my breath bad? Was it the fact I did not shave that morning? Had she reached a really good part of her book? Did her mother tell her not to talk to strange men on the train? There will be no answer. The odds are very good, as subway travel dictates, that I will not see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-6417399501668040159?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6417399501668040159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=6417399501668040159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6417399501668040159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6417399501668040159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-thank-you.html' title='No Thank You'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SELFrKuvhOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9H3cQe-aUh4/s72-c/biggersubway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-9160048522901659963</id><published>2008-06-01T11:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:35:17.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creating Character Emotions'/><title type='text'>Creating Character Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Manhattan Bound A Train, just before Jay Borough Hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creating Character Emotions&lt;/span&gt; by writer Ann Hood. I recognized Hood's name, and asked Anna if she was a writer, and she quickly shook her head no. She was reading it for the psychology, and I asked her if she was a psychologist, and she quickly shook her head again, no. Anna, who comes from Peru, works in an Italian restaurant in Manhattan. She finds the book interesting--she was browsing at Barnes and Noble when she found Hood's book. She says she's learning "lots of things I did not know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-9160048522901659963?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/9160048522901659963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=9160048522901659963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/9160048522901659963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/9160048522901659963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/creating-character-emotions.html' title='Creating Character Emotions'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-7923206141982070690</id><published>2008-06-01T11:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:22.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opening'/><title type='text'>Mastering the Opening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEK_uquvhMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NAcfqzb9VBs/s1600-h/iPod+343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206934927658943682" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEK_uquvhMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NAcfqzb9VBs/s200/iPod+343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Queens Bound F Train in Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been remiss in not posting an entry about Naf, who was reading a chess book on the train last weekend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mastering the Opening&lt;/span&gt;, by Byron Jacobs. Naf "works downtown...in investment banking" and says his book is "something to read in the subway." Then he laughs. He asks me if I play chess, and when I mumble yes--because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; play chess even if I don't play chess--he asks me about my favorite opening; his book, as the title indicates, is about openings in chess, the first move a player makes. For those who know chess, this is a key move. For others, like myself, it's the only move that isn't usually followed by checkmate. Naf doesn't refer to himself as some kind of master chess player, but has played and admired the players in Washington Square Park in the Village. "Sometimes in the Park, they play for money. Most of the time, they win, or they would not play for money."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-7923206141982070690?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7923206141982070690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=7923206141982070690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7923206141982070690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7923206141982070690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/mastering-opening.html' title='Mastering the Opening'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SEK_uquvhMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NAcfqzb9VBs/s72-c/iPod+343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-6998420293445120911</id><published>2008-05-28T23:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:22.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auster'/><title type='text'>The New York Trilogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4idquvhLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/W3gDPGtAsh4/s1600-h/ny+trilogy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205636112368764082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4idquvhLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/W3gDPGtAsh4/s200/ny+trilogy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Manhattan Bound 5 Train, Nevins St. stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh was reading a book packed like a modern &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;noir&lt;/span&gt; classic: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The New York Trilogy&lt;/span&gt; (detective novels for intellectuals), written by Paul Auster, illustrated by Art Spiegelman, with an introduction by Luc Sante. He saw it in a book store and told his girlfriend about it. She happens to work for Penguin, who publishes this "Classic Deluxe Edition." I confessed to Josh that while I loved all three books when I read them 20 years ago, I had a harder time remembering the plot than I did the joyful perplexity of following his characters through the novels. "I don't know how to describe it (the first of the trilogy, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;City of Glass&lt;/span&gt;). "It's one man losing himself in someone else. He's someone else trying to be someone else. Josh is in his first year studying physical therapy at NYU. Part of his training is to work with severely injured patients at SUNY Downstate hospital in Brooklyn. He just finished &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Candide&lt;/span&gt;, also a "Classic Deluxe Edition," which was illustrated with stick figures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-6998420293445120911?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6998420293445120911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=6998420293445120911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6998420293445120911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6998420293445120911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-york-trilogy.html' title='The New York Trilogy'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4idquvhLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/W3gDPGtAsh4/s72-c/ny+trilogy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-5330233811964365521</id><published>2008-05-28T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:22.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain'/><title type='text'>Big Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4dhauvhKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kTn7EVHzuc4/s1600-h/big+brain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205630679235134626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4dhauvhKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kTn7EVHzuc4/s200/big+brain.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;On the Outbound R Train towards Bay Ridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Big Brain: The Origins and Future of Human Intelligence&lt;/span&gt;, by Gary Lynch and Richard Granger, looks like a big read, a thick popular science book, a science book for the rest of us. "It caught my eye." She was browsing at St. Marks Bookshop in the East Village. "I like non-fiction," said Stephanie, who when questioned about the book showed no hesitation about jumping right in explain what the book is about. We learn about a group of South Africans who had much bigger brains than we do now. Lynch and Granger, said Stephanie, who is waiting to study at the Aveda Institute, investigate the Boskops, who 10,000 years ago were human-like with bigger brains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-5330233811964365521?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5330233811964365521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=5330233811964365521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5330233811964365521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5330233811964365521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-brain.html' title='Big Brain'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4dhauvhKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kTn7EVHzuc4/s72-c/big+brain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-4257734209012830330</id><published>2008-05-28T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:22.941-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Lecture'/><title type='text'>The Last Lecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4Z-6uvhJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mFjzXWwtPEk/s1600-h/iPod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205626787994764434" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4Z-6uvhJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mFjzXWwtPEk/s200/iPod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;On the Outbound R Train towards Bay Ridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Lecture, &lt;/span&gt;says Romina, is a true story about a dying professor giving his last lecture. "My friend gave it to me. I think Oprah recommended it." A friend gave it to her for her graduation from NYU, where she recently got a masters in Speech Pathology. "It's like he's giving his last advice. It's inspirational"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-4257734209012830330?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4257734209012830330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=4257734209012830330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4257734209012830330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4257734209012830330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-lecture.html' title='The Last Lecture'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4Z-6uvhJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mFjzXWwtPEk/s72-c/iPod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-3664808807073666951</id><published>2008-05-28T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:23.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Fry'/><title type='text'>Killing Johnny Fry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4U4auvhII/AAAAAAAAAG4/hxlTUgEaYFo/s1600-h/IMG_0615[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205621178767475842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4U4auvhII/AAAAAAAAAG4/hxlTUgEaYFo/s200/IMG_0615%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Manhattan Bound 5 Train, Last Car, Winthrop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Marc began reading Walter Mosley with &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Devil In a Blue Dress&lt;/span&gt;, the noir-ish pot boiler featuring the likable Easy Rawlins. He read the last Rawlins mystery, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Blond Faith&lt;/span&gt;, the 10th, which he says--teasingly--might be the end of Rawlins. Marc, who is an elementary school paraprofessional for PS 315 near Brooklyn College, says he thinks &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Killing Johnny Fry &lt;/span&gt;is about a guy whose girlfriend cheated on him. But he just began reading the book. He doesn't know yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-3664808807073666951?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3664808807073666951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=3664808807073666951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3664808807073666951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3664808807073666951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/killing-johnny-fry.html' title='Killing Johnny Fry'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SD4U4auvhII/AAAAAAAAAG4/hxlTUgEaYFo/s72-c/IMG_0615%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-8695234490252179347</id><published>2008-05-25T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:23.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Archery'/><title type='text'>Zen in the Art of Archery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl8JquvhHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KC_kO7l337Y/s1600-h/Underground+Reads+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204327349934326898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl8JquvhHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KC_kO7l337Y/s200/Underground+Reads+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Uptown 4 Train at 59th Street Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave is a writer at an ad agency and his Creative Director gave him a copy of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Zen in the Art of Archery&lt;/span&gt; by Eugen Herrigel. He told Dave that it would be a good book to learn how to reach a goal. I told him about a book I read in college, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. &lt;/span&gt;He had never heard of it.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Zen in the Art of Archery&lt;/span&gt; "is confusing," he said. "I'm a Christian and this is not stuff I am used to reading." I was about to ask him to explain, but we had reached his stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-8695234490252179347?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8695234490252179347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=8695234490252179347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/8695234490252179347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/8695234490252179347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/18th-read.html' title='Zen in the Art of Archery'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl8JquvhHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KC_kO7l337Y/s72-c/Underground+Reads+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-406760446655371372</id><published>2008-05-25T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:23.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Brigades'/><title type='text'>The Ghost Brigades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl5fquvhGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/anbRHnkS1Rs/s1600-h/subway+doors.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204324429356565602" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl5fquvhGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/anbRHnkS1Rs/s200/subway+doors.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Uptown F Train at Broadway-Lafayette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Walking up to people on the subway and asking them a question throws the interviewer into a void of possibility. There is the fear that the person sitting or standing there will respond by clobbering the questioner. Or simply refuse to answer the question. The space in between riders feels sometimes like a holy separation--it's New Yorker's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;space&lt;/span&gt;, as we used to say in California, and crossing the unspoken barriers into that space feels risky. My biggest fear, however? That the person will turn out to be reading an interesting book and have a lot to say about it. Which is exactly what happened with Hatim, who was reading the mass market paperback &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ghost Brigades&lt;/span&gt;, by John Scalzi. Hatim is working towards his doctorate in Media and Communications. He was reading the novel because he studies "popular narratives about technology and politics." How did this novel fit into this kind of investigation? We'll never know because he had to get off the train at 14th Street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-406760446655371372?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/406760446655371372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=406760446655371372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/406760446655371372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/406760446655371372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/17th-read.html' title='The Ghost Brigades'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl5fquvhGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/anbRHnkS1Rs/s72-c/subway+doors.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-564760694225965989</id><published>2008-05-25T10:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:23.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obedient Father'/><title type='text'>An Obedient Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl2K6uvhFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MLD1gCCOwO0/s1600-h/obedient+father.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl2K6uvhFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MLD1gCCOwO0/s200/obedient+father.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204320774339396690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting for the Manhattan Bound A Train at the Nostrand Station, upper level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikhil is an English professor in Manhattan and looked very suspicious of the question about his book. He did not offer much. The book was titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Obedient Father, &lt;/span&gt;by Indian author Akhil Sharma, who I learned from both Wikipedia and Amazon is an investment banker as well as a novelist.  Sharma is a friend of Nikhil, he said, in answer to why he was reading the novel. He called it a good book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-564760694225965989?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/564760694225965989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=564760694225965989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/564760694225965989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/564760694225965989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/16th-read.html' title='An Obedient Father'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDl2K6uvhFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MLD1gCCOwO0/s72-c/obedient+father.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-4650255075318079572</id><published>2008-05-23T06:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:24.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unorthodox Goddess'/><title type='text'>The Undomestic Goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDalFKuvhEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-KeEocknNcQ/s1600-h/undomestic+goddess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDalFKuvhEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-KeEocknNcQ/s200/undomestic+goddess.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203527927671522370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manhattan bound 2 Train, Winthrop to Grand Army Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie felt caught with "trash." As soon as I asked her if we could discuss her book, she started laughing. She was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Undomestic Goddess&lt;/span&gt;, by Sophie Kinsella. "It's an escape," she called her experience of reading the book, which was recommended by a friend. "It's about a woman who quits her job as a lawyer a job as a house keeper, even though she can't cook and clean."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-4650255075318079572?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4650255075318079572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=4650255075318079572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4650255075318079572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4650255075318079572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/15th-read.html' title='The Undomestic Goddess'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDalFKuvhEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-KeEocknNcQ/s72-c/undomestic+goddess.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-5209546359303354384</id><published>2008-05-20T06:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:24.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catholic Church'/><title type='text'>How to Understand, Explain, and Defend the Catholic Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDKuqo29OyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sYrd_Adfy74/s1600-h/Reasons+to+Believe.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDKuqo29OyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sYrd_Adfy74/s200/Reasons+to+Believe.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202412567112006434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Manhattan bound 2 train between Franklin Street and Grand Army Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like many people who talk about the books they're reading on the train, Louise reacted to the question "Can I ask you about the book you're reading" with a wary smile. She was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reasons to Believe&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to Understand, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Explain, and Defend the Catholic Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Scott Hahn. "I'm of the Catholic religion," she told me. She didn't need reasons to believe but she was reading the book to learn something. She did find it a good and interesting book. "It's not necessarily for people of the Catholic faith." She got it from the library, she said, when she wanted "Something to give me hope for the world. I was looking at all the books and this is what I came up with, and I am a Catholic." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-5209546359303354384?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5209546359303354384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=5209546359303354384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5209546359303354384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/5209546359303354384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/14th-read.html' title='How to Understand, Explain, and Defend the Catholic Church'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDKuqo29OyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sYrd_Adfy74/s72-c/Reasons+to+Believe.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-1184244249336350854</id><published>2008-05-20T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:24.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8789'/><title type='text'>8789 Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDKsx429OxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sVQzJJgddr0/s1600-h/words+of+wisdom.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDKsx429OxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sVQzJJgddr0/s200/words+of+wisdom.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202410492642802450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manhattan Bound 2 Train between Winthrop and President Street in Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8789 Words of Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Barbara Ann Kipfer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jalika says that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8789 Words of Wisdom&lt;/span&gt; is about advice, about anything in live. She graduated high school last year and says that her mentor in high school gave her this book on graduation day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-1184244249336350854?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1184244249336350854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=1184244249336350854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1184244249336350854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1184244249336350854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/13th-read.html' title='8789 Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SDKsx429OxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sVQzJJgddr0/s72-c/words+of+wisdom.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-2743538688169282443</id><published>2008-05-16T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:24.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shame of the Nation'/><title type='text'>Shame of the Nation: The Restoration of Apartheid Schooling in America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SC5Jyo29OsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tCggxHGtgQo/s1600-h/kozol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SC5Jyo29OsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tCggxHGtgQo/s200/kozol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201175753969711810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPTOWN 6 TRAIN BETWEEN BROOKLYN BRIDGE/CITY HALL AND CANAL STREET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before rush hour, Corey sat reading Jonathan Kozol's new book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shame of the Nation: The Restoration of Apartheid School in America, &lt;/span&gt;a book he called really good--"even better than his last book."  Corey is studying elementary education at Brooklyn College and was reading the book for school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-2743538688169282443?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2743538688169282443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=2743538688169282443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2743538688169282443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2743538688169282443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/12th-read.html' title='Shame of the Nation: The Restoration of Apartheid Schooling in America'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SC5Jyo29OsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tCggxHGtgQo/s72-c/kozol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-6730324976157563091</id><published>2008-05-16T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:24.745-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musician&apos;s Quest'/><title type='text'>Musician's Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SC5GBI29OrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VXStp8WizrE/s1600-h/The+Musician%27s+quest.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SC5GBI29OrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VXStp8WizrE/s200/The+Musician%27s+quest.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201171605031303858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;UPTOWN 4 TRAIN BETWEEN FULTON ST/BROADWAY AND BROOKLYN BRIDGE-CITY HALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shana was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Musician's Quest &lt;/span&gt;by George MacDonald and Michael R. Phillips because her friend told her that MacDonald had influenced C.S. Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien. She bought the book at www.half.com, which she says sells books at very low prices. Half.com is a part of eBay, and seems to sell books, CDs, DVDs , and video games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-6730324976157563091?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6730324976157563091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=6730324976157563091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6730324976157563091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6730324976157563091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/11th-blog.html' title='Musician&apos;s Quest'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SC5GBI29OrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VXStp8WizrE/s72-c/The+Musician%27s+quest.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-2817225919519153081</id><published>2008-05-14T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:25.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Dare'/><title type='text'>Double Dare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCuEo429OqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ip3iUJLxh9I/s1600-h/New+Image.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCuEo429OqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ip3iUJLxh9I/s200/New+Image.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200396032721894050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Manhattan Bound 5 train, between Franklin and Atlantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nasrine was coming from Brooklyn College, where she is a sophomore and plans on majoring in political science and eventually becoming a lawyer. She was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Double Dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; by Cathy Hopkins. "It's a teenage type of romance book. It's very kid-ish. It's entertaining. It's about a teenage boy and his love life...I liked the cover."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-2817225919519153081?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2817225919519153081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=2817225919519153081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2817225919519153081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2817225919519153081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/10th-read.html' title='Double Dare'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCuEo429OqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ip3iUJLxh9I/s72-c/New+Image.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-3296308672587247803</id><published>2008-05-13T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:25.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sea of Trolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCpMfI29OlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XypjXy4uuuw/s1600-h/IMG_0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCpMfI29OlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XypjXy4uuuw/s200/IMG_0472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200052817590303314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;MANHATTAN BOUND 2 TRAIN, BETWEEN FRANKLIN AND GRAND ARMY PLAZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jane, a children's librarian who works in Crown Heights, Brooklyn&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Sea of Trolls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Nancy Forman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"It's a Young Adult Book. I've almost missed four subway stops reading it. It's a fantasy about a boy captured by A Viking and apprenticed to a magical bard." Jane is reading the book, she says, because it is this month's selection in her book group, which meets at the Brooklyn Public Library's main branch at the Grand Army Plaza. She wouldn't normally read the book otherwise, she says. But she finds it is a very good book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-3296308672587247803?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3296308672587247803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=3296308672587247803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3296308672587247803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/3296308672587247803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/9th-read.html' title='The Sea of Trolls'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCpMfI29OlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XypjXy4uuuw/s72-c/IMG_0472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-4606156107985247892</id><published>2008-05-12T19:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:25.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Words to Life: Robust Vocabulary Instruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCjPLo29OkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/21ywLK8wLXo/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCjPLo29OkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/21ywLK8wLXo/s200/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199633568652671554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANHATTAN BOUND 2 TRAIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sue, an English woman here on contract to perform "Quality Reviews" on New York public schools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bringing Words to Life: Robust Vocabulary Instruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by Isabel L. Beck, Margaret G. McKeon, and Linda Kucan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A school on which Sue had conducted a "Quality Review"--part of the process where the NYC Department of Education evaluates and grades public schools A-F--recommended that she read the book and bring it back to England with her. She thinks the book has a good concept, to extend the vocabulary range of students. She did not elaborate and seemed ready to return to her book.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-4606156107985247892?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4606156107985247892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=4606156107985247892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4606156107985247892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/4606156107985247892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/8th-read.html' title='Bringing Words to Life: Robust Vocabulary Instruction'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCjPLo29OkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/21ywLK8wLXo/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-7779504388659249142</id><published>2008-05-12T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:28.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French and English Idioms'/><title type='text'>2001 French and English Idioms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCpMu429OmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ntbz3gqYEGw/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCpMu429OmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ntbz3gqYEGw/s200/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200053088173242978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;MANHATTAN BOUND 5 TRAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Utma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, who works at the Department of Sanitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2001 French and English Idioms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; By Francois &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Denoeu&lt;/span&gt;, David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sices&lt;/span&gt;, and Jacqueline Slices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Utma&lt;/span&gt; was reading this book to improve his English. He didn't seem to understand that he was being asked about his book for the purposes of a blog. He was very suspicious. He would not let me take a picture of the book. I told him I did not want to take a picture of him, only the book. That did not matter. Later, when I was waiting to exit the train at Franklin Avenue, I overheard the man sitting across from him explain what I wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-7779504388659249142?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7779504388659249142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=7779504388659249142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7779504388659249142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7779504388659249142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/7th-read.html' title='2001 French and English Idioms'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCpMu429OmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ntbz3gqYEGw/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-2546115273632042722</id><published>2008-05-11T02:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:28.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bird By Bird'/><title type='text'>Bird By Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCaPqI29OhI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTy25t_Bn7Y/s1600-h/Underground+Reads+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCaPqI29OhI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTy25t_Bn7Y/s200/Underground+Reads+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199000773941082642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;DOWNTOWN 6 TRAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kathleen, Grant Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bird By Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; By Anne Lamont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The non-fiction book, about writing, had been in Kathleen's bookcase for some time. She's been writing more at work lately and she thought the book might help. She wishes, however, that she had read the book years before, leaving the impression that she's not enjoying it as much as she would have. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-2546115273632042722?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2546115273632042722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=2546115273632042722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2546115273632042722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2546115273632042722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/6th-read.html' title='Bird By Bird'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCaPqI29OhI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTy25t_Bn7Y/s72-c/Underground+Reads+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-6946531962761686849</id><published>2008-05-10T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:28.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Mon Kunta Habibi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCZHNNkExmI/AAAAAAAAADg/IlHaxjVP4dw/s1600-h/IMG_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCZHNNkExmI/AAAAAAAAADg/IlHaxjVP4dw/s200/IMG_0436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198921112150656610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;DOWNTOWN 6 TRAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yusuf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya Mon Kunta Habibi&lt;/span&gt; By Anis Monsur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel is a love story, set in Egypt, written in Arabic. Yusuf is in love with an Egyptian girl and wanted to read about love in Egypt. (Please excuse me if the transliteration of the title is wrong. You can email me at this blog.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-6946531962761686849?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6946531962761686849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=6946531962761686849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6946531962761686849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6946531962761686849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/5th-post.html' title='Ya Mon Kunta Habibi'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCZHNNkExmI/AAAAAAAAADg/IlHaxjVP4dw/s72-c/IMG_0436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-6783597415914388855</id><published>2008-05-10T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:28.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4rth Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCZCi9kExlI/AAAAAAAAADY/RfHov7Tztjo/s1600-h/IMG_0435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCZCi9kExlI/AAAAAAAAADY/RfHov7Tztjo/s200/IMG_0435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198915988254672466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A TRAIN FROM BROOKLYN TO MANHATTAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wahkesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, who works at a bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queen Bee: Based on a True Story&lt;/span&gt; by Keith Young and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OG&lt;/span&gt; Wise Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wahkesa&lt;/span&gt; bought the novel, as well as&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pimp: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sequel&lt;/span&gt; to Queen Bee&lt;/span&gt;, from Keith Young while waiting for the A Train at the Broadway Junction stop in Brooklyn. She says she bought to books because she wanted to support the writer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-6783597415914388855?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6783597415914388855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=6783597415914388855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6783597415914388855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/6783597415914388855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/4rth-read.html' title='4rth Read'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCZCi9kExlI/AAAAAAAAADY/RfHov7Tztjo/s72-c/IMG_0435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-1884167551827987402</id><published>2008-05-10T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:28.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera Lucida'/><title type='text'>Camera Lucida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCY-otkExkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jAl1vnxrl1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCY-otkExkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jAl1vnxrl1Y/s200/IMG_0433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198911688992409154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A TRAIN FROM BROOKLYN TO MANHATTAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Matt Black, Film Editor/Filmmaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Camera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lucida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Roland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Barthes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Matt was in the middle of another book. He realized that the Barthes' book was due at the 145&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and Amsterdam branch of the library on March 17, so he put the other one down. Reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Camera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lucida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, he says, is purely recreational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-1884167551827987402?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1884167551827987402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=1884167551827987402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1884167551827987402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/1884167551827987402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/3rd-read.html' title='Camera Lucida'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCY-otkExkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jAl1vnxrl1Y/s72-c/IMG_0433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-2068697722365996781</id><published>2008-05-09T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:29.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THe Post Office Girl'/><title type='text'>The Post Office Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCTpu9kExiI/AAAAAAAAADA/b1ciPdBPmJ4/s1600-h/The+Post+Office+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCTpu9kExiI/AAAAAAAAADA/b1ciPdBPmJ4/s200/The+Post+Office+Girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198536862901519906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;F TRAIN, FROM MANHATTAN TO BROOKLYN&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Jirsa, Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Post Office Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By Stefan Zweig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a book for vacation. And I went to the book &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;store &lt;/span&gt;and I felt really overwhelmed. I read the back, so I just picked it up and bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-2068697722365996781?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2068697722365996781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=2068697722365996781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2068697722365996781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/2068697722365996781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/second-read.html' title='The Post Office Girl'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCTpu9kExiI/AAAAAAAAADA/b1ciPdBPmJ4/s72-c/The+Post+Office+Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391921782556518281.post-7317279463440137393</id><published>2008-05-07T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:49:29.278-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascension: John Coltrane and His Quest'/><title type='text'>Ascension: John Coltrane and His Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCUcptkExjI/AAAAAAAAADI/Z6n6Net48jc/s1600-h/Ascension.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCUcptkExjI/AAAAAAAAADI/Z6n6Net48jc/s200/Ascension.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198592847800223282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 TRAIN IN BROOKLYN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Garth Wolkoff, Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ascension: John Coltrane and His Quest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Eric Nisenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed it from my coworker Eric after I read &lt;em&gt;Coltrane: The Story of a Sound. &lt;/em&gt;I have become a little bit obsessed. I am just beginning the book, which is a biography. Like &lt;em&gt;The Story of a Sound, &lt;/em&gt;this book is supposed to be less a conventional biography and more a focus on his music, why he made it, and Coltrane's cultural context. I'm not sure, however, if I can read two books on Coltrane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391921782556518281-7317279463440137393?l=undergroundreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7317279463440137393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391921782556518281&amp;postID=7317279463440137393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7317279463440137393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391921782556518281/posts/default/7317279463440137393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undergroundreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-read.html' title='Ascension: John Coltrane and His Quest'/><author><name>Garth Wolkoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16518922925498686650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2k8XHEKy_kM/SCUcptkExjI/AAAAAAAAADI/Z6n6Net48jc/s72-c/Ascension.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
