Some books just turned up in a heavy heavy box. It’s not uncommon around here, as anyone who’s seen my library can probably guess. These are all, in theory, for school. But they’re all books I wanted to read anyway, so school’s mostly an excuse for getting them.
And they are, in case you’re interested:
Mama Lola: A Vodou Priestess in Brooklyn by Karen McCarthy Brown (I’m really looking forward to reading this one. I mean, tell me that title alone doesn’t sound interesting!)
Witchcraft, Oracles and Magic Among The Azande by E.E. Evans-Pritchard (the Azande people are a fascinating one to read about, and they have a really pedestrian approach to magic. It’s something everyone has and uses, sometimes without knowing about it. But it goes well beyond that, and then there’s fascinating things like the concept of a Ghost Marriage. The only thing that bums me out about this book is, it’s abridged, and I couldn’t find the unabridged version anywhere. The abridged is what the class wants, but I think abridgements are the pits. I wanted the full thing.)
Anthropology and Religion by Robert L Winzeler (It has the look and feel of a more generalized textbook. So while I’m interested and glad to have it, I wouldn’t have gleefully snatched it off a bookstore shelf like the other two. Looking forward to reading it, though.)
Magic, Witchcraft and Religion: A Reader in the Anthropology of Religion by Pamela A. Moro and James E. Myers (again, has the feel of a textbook, but still. It’ll be interesting.)
All of those are just for one class. Combined, they’re heavy enough that one could take down an intruder pretty thoroughly.
Also turned up is Human Biology: Concepts and Current Issues which is a straight biology textbook. It’s very pretty. I’ve never particularly taken a biology class, but I found the biological anthropology fascinating (the biological aspect of it more than the anthropological aspect, in most cases) so I’m looking forward to this one.
As for what I’m reading right now, it’s an interesting collection of stuff that warrents its own blog post, but since my headache is racheting up into a migraine, I’m going to go drink tea and take pills and stare at the wall.
Never have migraines, kids.
(random thought: one thing I loved that Dan Simmons did in one of his Joe Kurtz hard-boiled crime novels — I forget which one at this pain-filled moment — was, early on, Kurtz got caught in the head by a bullet richocete. He was okay, but it left him with a splitting headache that doesn’t fade for the rest of the book. The whole book is seen through the haze of head pain. I loved that. That’s a terrific trick. And I felt really vindicated when I read it, because a character in “Save Us” — Tom. Poor, poor Tom — has a four-alarm migraine, on the level I get them, which is going to persist for most of the book and leads to a lot of what he does.)
Okay. Pain. Pills. Etc.