Dorks and the books they've been reading.

Booksquawk is the name of a new blog from a wonderfully diverse bunch of writers (self included) that provides casual, personal reviews and commentary on books new and old.

This week's "Featured Review" is made of awesome. It's a barnburning disquisition on Conan the Barbarian, by a bizarre and wonderful Englishman named Pat Black.

from new zealand via germany

My friend Amy writes: "Fellow dorks, I have found our king."

dorkismo t-shirts!

Available in S,M,L,XL. They are very cute I must say. $18, or $25 for the soft heather one. Please email me for information on how to order.

a terrific dork r.i.p.

Brendan Mullen died just a few days ago of a stroke. I knew him a little through his lovely companion, Kateri Butler, a dear friend. I was very, very proud and thrilled that he liked Dorkismo ... surprised he'd read it, even, he was such a busy guy. I say a terrific dork because, groovy as he was (c'est à dire, ridiculously,) he really did not give two pins if anyone thought so or not. His enthusiasms were powerful and infectious, and he had the most winning expression of pop-eyed amazement I've ever seen, which would cross his pale, lively, mobile face about five times a minute. I liked him such a lot, and am very sorry he's gone.

A lot of tributes to him have been posted recently, and this is my favorite one.

Yogurt-tub musical splendor.

Captain Kirk is climbing the mountain

(He wants to make love to the mountain.)

steve almond, candydork

Candyfreak : A Journey through the Chocolate Underbelly of America by Steve Almond


My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Steve Almond is gloriously obsessed with candy, but this book isn't really about candy. It's more like a series of essays about (1) obsessives--really dorky obsessives, actually, which is why I was so attracted to it--and (2) the sad state of our destructive, oppressive corpocracy; it's a very political book. But these topics are sweetened with an absolute ton of candy.

Mr. Almond's style is super modern, self-deprecatingly confessional in the manner of Franzen or Wallace, rather than in the more stand-up, Sedaris way. Those who like this sort of thing will be pleased, and those who don't, won't. I myself love Almond's discursiveness, his candor and hyperbole. He's very funny, as well, and thoughtful; and though one grows rather tired of rants against the Evil Corporation, it can't be denied that the candy industry has been decimated by those very villains, as what hasn't?

The biggest treat here, surprisingly, is Almond's near-miraculous gift for food writing. I'm a cookbook collector and a pretty keen home cook, and for reals, this guy's food writing is quite up to the standard of Jonathan Gold or Ruth Reichl. I am very serious about this. He is so good that I hadn't even finished the book before barreling online to order a ton of the candy he describes, I kid you not. Here's an example:

Her bite was smooth and concerted--there was an obvious density at play here--though interrupted by two muted snaps, both of which caused her a quarter-moment of anguish, followed by a twinge of delight, registered as a flushing upon her cheeks. She moaned. It was a lovely thing to hear.

This reaction was, in my view, restrained [...:] There was caramel, obviously, but also roasted almonds and nuggets of dark chocolate. It was draped in a thin layer of milk chocolate. The interplay of tastes and textures was remarkable: the teeth broke through the milky chocolate shell, sailed through the mild caramel, only to encounter the smoky crunch of the almonds, and finally, the rich tumescence of the dark chocolate [...:] The sweetness of the milk chocolate rushed across the tongue, played against the musky crunch of the nut, then faded. The bite finished with an intense burst of dark chocolate, softened by the buttery dissolution of caramel ...

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