I just finished Sam Allingham’s The Great American Songbook, which I picked up at AWP in February. It’s hard to pick a favorite story from this collection (there was only one story that I was “meh” about), but “Tiny Cities Made of Ashes” will stick with me for a long time. You can read it over at Electric Literature.
Ian & I started watching Better Call Saul this week & we’re almost finished with Season 2. It’s some of the best television I’ve seen, probably since Breaking Bad. I can’t help but root for Jimmy to make good, even though I know where he ends up. I also can’t help but be a little bit in love with Bob Odenkirk, who is simultaneously charming & heartbreaking (& has a super sexy voice).
It’s a well-known Twitter fact that I love Warren Zevon. I’m sort of always listening to his music, but this week was a weird week & I was feeling melancholic, for lack of a better word. For a few days straight, I listened to different takes of “The French Inhaler” from Zevon’s 1976 self-titled album. I carried around the lines how’re you going to make your way in this world, woman/ when you weren’t cut out for working/ & you just can’t concentrate with me because that’s the question I’ve been asking myself a lot lately. How’re you going to make your way in this world, woman?