What are you reading right now?
The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien, Postcards from the Province of Hyphens by Sonya Taaffe, The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton, and Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.
Do you have any idea what you’ll read when you’re done with that?
Ursula K. LeGuin's The Lathe of Heaven.
What’s the worst thing you were ever forced to read?
Fortunately, I don't remember the titles of the books or the names of the authors, but I remember several teachers in high school and college gushingly pushing embarrassing local authors.
What’s the one book you always recommend to just about everyone?
Books I recommend depend entirely on whom I'm talking to, or other circumstantial influences. I guess I like to think Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is pretty universal, but I know in my heart it isn't.
Admit it, the librarians at your library know you on a first name basis, don’t they?
No, I haven't spent any self-indulgent time at a library since I was a little kid when I'd go to read various books on Greek mythology. I remember being really puzzled as to why the same story in one book would be slightly different in another, why Hercules was doing the same thing Perseus did in another book. But nowadays I own too many books I haven't read yet, and I'm far too busy. sovay tells me her library rents out Criterion movies. I suppose if I lived in utopia, I'd go to the library more often, too . . .
Do you read books while you eat? While you bathe? While you watch movies or TV? While you listen to music? While you’re on the computer? While you’re having sex? While you’re driving?
I read while snacking, and I read webcomics while eating breakfast. I sort of consider it sacrilege to introduce unnecessary extra stimuli into a movie viewing experience, and music too easily colours my mood. I read things on the computer, but not usually whole novels--the closest thing would be Sirenia Digest. No-one reads while having sex, and I don't read while driving.
What’s the last thing you stayed up half the night reading because it was so good you couldn’t put it down?
I can't remember. It was probably Dostoevsky, though.