Posts tagged sarah vowell
Posts tagged sarah vowell
Today there are two people I am wishing to be like.
Well, three, I suppose, if we count Tina Fey.
These women are brilliant, smart writers who know how to speak in their own voice and aren’t ashamed to be themselves. Under the guise of not taking themselves seriously, they’ve managed to become taken quite seriously indeed.
Cup of Jo pointed me to a Mindy Kaling article that is an impressive piece of composition and interview in itself, which pointed me to a goofy blog Kaling wrote from 2006-2008, under the telling pseudonym “Mindy Ephron.”
What I particularly admire about this blog, and what I think really demonstrates the mark of a true writer, is that Kaling starts with one, trivial item (say, a Louboutin heel), and riffs on it to sometimes end up talking about several entirely different, often deeper things and reveal a couple tidbits about herself.
So. We all love Mindy Kaling. We wish that we, too, could have found massive success and respect just by being ourselves. (And of course by working nonstop).
Mindy’s musings for some reason got me musing about my love for Sarah Vowell. Sarah of course writes about much different subjects, covering history and politics and all sorts of wonky nerdy things. Some may argue that she is thus more substantive. Perhaps. But she, too, writes in her very own voice, and isn’t afraid to weave in all sorts of pop culture references self-deprecating remarks. And somehow, I think it only serves to make her political and historical insights all the more compelling.
So yes. Inspiration. Aspiration. Wishful adulation. Keep doing what you do, ladies.
Sarah Vowell, on her social skills, in Assassination Vacation
I get to read fun books on the metro now that I took my last final of the semester. I treated myself to this at Capitol Hill Books an embarrassingly long time ago, and I’m thrilled to finally get to it.
Speaking of Capitol Hill Books, have you been there? It is an adventure. First of all, the books are not organized in any sort of way aside from category, and are stacked wall-high and several rows deep, as well as standing in piles on the floor, with little notes providing spicy commentary. Also, there are French books and classical music playing in the bathroom. And as for the owner, Jim, well, he minces no words. I’ve decided that indie bookstore owners are a category of person unto themselves — with all the wit and insight of a librarian and the independent, entrepreneurial spirit of a small-business owner. This piece conveys Jim quite well.