What are your Rumblr editors reading this week? Well…

Molly: I am still listening to The Citadel of the Autarch as I walk to the bus and cook dinner, and I am still reading so much for school: The Romance of the Three Kingdoms and My Mistress’s Sparrow Is Dead and classmates’ fiction and now a set of my students’ personal essays. Today I pushed it all aside to start on Men We Reaped, which I know Roxane Gay wrote about in the Times a few weeks ago, but whose review I am holding off on reading until I finish the book myself. The first part of the memoir is as much about home as it is about loss, and I find my bones aching for the intensely hot, thick summers Ward writes of here, though my own are rooted in DC, her’s in Mississippi. New England is so cold!

ClaireWhile I wait for a bunch of books to come in for me at the library, I’ve been reading bits and pieces of my old copy of A Bernadette Mayer Reader. I used to read so much poetry and hardly do at all anymore and I don’t know why. It feels so good! I can feel different parts of my brain working and different parts of my heart beating and Bernadette Mayer is so smart and so generous. Also I keep getting a little embarrassed, when I read this on the subway, by the weird purple cover with a butterfly (moth?) on it. I’m so into it. 

LucyI am reading Richard Price’s Lush Life, a really dialogue-driven exploration of the Lower East Side c. 2002. It’s pretty compelling—Price wrote for The Wire and there are similar bits of biting humor buried along a crime/police-driven narrative—but I just mistakenly left it in a bar and worry that this is all I will ever be able to say about this book. If you find it, read it and let me know what happens post page 165 or so!

JenI’ve been switching back and forth between The Importance of Being Iceland by Eileen Myles and Lynch on Lynch, edited by Chris Rodley. I’m enjoying spending time with two very different brains. Eileen Myles is just so cool. I love her laid-back genius, which these essays are all filled with. Lynch on Lynch is essentially 300 pages of David Lynch interviews. It can be a lot to take in all at once. I’ve mostly been reading about his childhood and his painting. I have an early edition of the book, which came out before he was out about meditating, which is kind of a bummer. If he’s not dishing about meditation in this book what else isn’t he telling us? Everything, probably.