You know how every non-fiction book in the last three years has been about the author doing one odd, life-disrupting thing for one full year and then writing a book about it? I'm reading one of those books a week for one full year and then writing a book about it. It's My Year Of Everything, and you're soaking in it. CONTACT: Dave Holmes/davedotcom@mac.com

 

Moving on!
Right now, I’m about 20 pages into Jasper Rees’ “A Devil To Play: One Man’s Year-Long Quest To Master The Orchestra’s Most Difficult Instrument.” In it, the author picks up the French Horn after 22 years of neglect and gives himself a year to play a solo at the annual British Horn Festival. A goal! A writer who uses humor! Horns! It’s just the thing I needed after “Sundays In America.” One never expects to hear oneself call out the name “Jasper” in ecstasy, but here we are. 
The occasion would seem to call for classical-music accompaniment, but someone I follow on MOG just posted a ’90s emo playlist, so I’m getting all Promise Ring with it. Emo wasn’t always a dirty word, kids. 

Moving on!

Right now, I’m about 20 pages into Jasper Rees’ “A Devil To Play: One Man’s Year-Long Quest To Master The Orchestra’s Most Difficult Instrument.” In it, the author picks up the French Horn after 22 years of neglect and gives himself a year to play a solo at the annual British Horn Festival. A goal! A writer who uses humor! Horns! It’s just the thing I needed after “Sundays In America.” One never expects to hear oneself call out the name “Jasper” in ecstasy, but here we are. 

The occasion would seem to call for classical-music accompaniment, but someone I follow on MOG just posted a ’90s emo playlist, so I’m getting all Promise Ring with it. Emo wasn’t always a dirty word, kids.