The Pacific Northwest is supposed to have spectacular weather this weekend. That means everybody with a fleece jacket and breathable hiking pants will be out and about. People will be sipping their coffee on park benches again. Pike Place Market will be filled with locals and tourists. The trails will be heavy with sun-starved hikers. What better time to stay in and read the true story of murder and memory in Northern Ireland? Or to read about the life and death of grizzly bears? With weather like this, you should be going outside, trying to find a grizzly bear. A couple of us are sticking to poems and short stories, because it's been a long winter--and even if this is a false spring, we intend to don our fleeces and our special pants and head out in search of grizzly bears.
Here is what we're reading this weekend:
Literature is one of Ireland's most treasured and beloved exports, next to good whiskey, witty banter, and Bono. And so, in honor of St. Patrick's Day on Sunday, I’m going to dip into a couple yarns from authors who hail from the Emerald Isle, starting with William Butler Yeats (of course). "When You Are Old" is one of my all-time favorite poems (and it was long before I actually started getting old and yearned for someone to "love the sorrows of [my] changing face.") In the more contemporary Irish lit category, I highly recommend John Boyne's terribly beautiful The Absolutist, a tale of love and betrayal set in the trenches of WWI. —Erin Kodicek