Under the heading of shouldn't mean something but it does: after 11 years in Atlanta, I've given up the old 303 (Colorado) area code in favor of 404 (Atlanta). It's not voluntary; I got an iPhone and they wouldn't let me keep the old number. This all feels rather harsh, the severance of another link with the homeland. But -- I kept a 303 number through more than a decade out here, so perhaps giving in and going to a 404 number will free unseen bonds, and let me head back to Colorado. That's how it would work in fantasy novels, anyhow.
I have read books in the three weeks of radio silence (illness, work, illness, ennui). Not many, though, because one was longer than hell.
#55 -- "Crash" by J.G. Ballard
#56 -- "Nixonland" by Rick Perlstein
(read this book on an airplane if you don't like talking to other people)
So, "Crash." Long overdue. Notorious. And, god, reading it makes you want a shower, then another. Which isn't to say it isn't captivating -- it is. But I don't know that I honestly enjoyed it. I can't really recommend it, but it is an experience.
One note: I'd gone 20 years or so assuming that Government Issue's "Crash" -- sung by Ballard-fan Jay Robbins -- was about this book. But they don't seem to be connected at all. Another youthful fancy shot down.
Shorter and easier review department: "Nixonland" is probably the best book I've ever read on modern (or, what the hell, non-modern) American history. Why don't you do yourself a favor and read it?