- Friendship, Emily Gould. This is a book about New York that didn’t make me feel all, “Ugh, New York,” the way many books about New York make this person who used to live in New York feel. It is satirical in a gentle way—it felt to me like Gould loved these characters even when she was clearly totally aggravated by them. That is a quality I really love in a work of literature. It’s a good book if you are a person with a slightly toxic friend you still care deeply about, or a person who is a slightly toxic friend who still cares deeply.
- If You Could Be Mine, Sara Farizan. Didn’t quite come together for me in the end.
- White is For Witching, Helen Oyeyemi. I gave it a 5-star review on Goodreads and then someone I don’t know commented “HELP ME” on the review and I read it late at night in Italy and thought it was a ghost.
- Wives and Daughters, Elizabeth Gaskell. I plucked this off the bookshelf in the Italian villa I was staying at, in order to read it by the pool (you cannot hate me more than I hate myself), and really loved it: rich, intricate, Austen-y gossip-y marriage plot type stuff, with two extremely vivid female characters I instantly adored. I spent every spare moment of my vacation reading it, and it wasn’t until I reached the last chapter that I learned there is no last chapter—Gaskell died before completing it. Imagine Pride and Prejudice ending somewhere Darcy and Elizabeth agree to marry each other and you will know my pain. Luckily I just found this fanfic!
- Treasure Island!!!, Sara Levine. As a kid I could barely watch Doug because I found it too stressful to witness someone fucking up constantly and alienating others, so that should give you an idea of how well I handled this.
Hi these are some books I named while babbling for an hour. Aren’t they pretty?
I really love Rachel Fershleiser a lot.
I was away from the internet for a while because I was in Italy: eating pasta, watching a man pass out in a necropolis, becoming increasingly bewildered by the sheer number of churches they felt it necessary to build there—I mean, really, just an untenable amount of churches. I am no statistician but I’m pretty sure every citizen of Italy has his or her own church, and every one of these churches is elaborately gilded and covered in tiny winged babies (I know the word is “cherubs” but let’s just tell it like it is) and it’s like, Oh my God, you guys, we get it. Anyway, it was great. I am back in the United States now and have more time for the internet but my tolerance for opinions has gone down considerably and I can’t read tweets without hearing them shouted in my head at a very high decibel level.
Here is a experiment you should try: have someone change all your passwords to your social media accounts and cut yourself off from them for three weeks, and then at the end of three weeks log back in and see how much everyone still hates women. (Not to ruin it for you but the answer is always “considerably.”)
My second book came out in the UK, and then it was my husband’s birthday, and then it was my birthday, and then it was that time I stood a few feet away from Rupert Grint, murmuring, “Hi, Rupert…hi, Rupert…hi, Rupert” in a quiet voice he could not hear. Yesterday was our one-year wedding anniversary. My first book is coming out in the United States in a little over three months. My first and second books are going to be published in Brazil. Brazil! I just found out last week. “Internationally-selling author,” is what you can call me. Or, at the very least, “internationally available.” I started writing a new book that has nothing to do with Vivian Apple and my agent likes it which means I’m going to keep writing it. Also, I finally figured out how to wear red lipstick. This is all pretty outstanding until you consider the fact that I’m unable to attend my ten-year high school reunion in November. What is the point of achieving your wildest dreams if you can’t go to your ten-year high school reunion and rub everyone’s faces in it?
How are you? How are you enjoying Peter Capaldi’s performance as The Doctor? If the answer is anything less than “Immensely and obsessively,” get the fuck out of my life.
Editing for the US edition, marveling at the amount of swearing they let me get away with. So much swearing. Just an unbelievable amount of swearing. You’re welcome, teens! #vivianapple #vivianversusamerica #october2015 #gratuitousswearinginbooksforminors
I turn 28 today, but when it comes to fashion and conveying subtle disdain, I think I peaked a long time ago.
Happy birthday to the kindest, funniest, weirdest, bluest-eyed man I will ever know. May we always consume this much wine & olive oil on all your future birthdays. (at Todi, Umbria, Italy)
'Nonsense, Molly! You are good. At least, if you’re not good, what am I? There’s rule-of-three sum for you to do! But it’s no use talking; I am not good, and I never shall be now. Perhaps I might be a heroine still, but I shall never be a good woman, I know.'Wives and Daughters, Elizabeth Gaskell
Anna is my cousin and my ideal reader, basically. She’s also really pretty!
aunt el brought over the sequel and I couldn’t be more excited!!!