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Reading, 2007

Last year I had fun putting together some statistics about my reading year, so I thought I’d do it again. I won’t be finishing any books in the next few days, so the numbers won’t change.

  • Books read: 70
  • Fiction (of any length): 46
  • Short story collections: 3
  • Poetry collections: 4
  • Nonfiction: 20
  • Nonfiction books about books or reading: 9
  • Books written by men: 33
  • Books written by women: 34
  • Books with multiple authors, male and female: 3
  • Books in translation: 15
  • Books in translation from Europe: 11
  • Books by British authors: 26
  • Books by American authors: 23
  • Books from the first century AD: 1 (Seneca’s Letters)
  • From the 17th century: 1 (Don Quixote)
  • From the 18th century: 3
  • From the 19th century: 7
  • From the 20th century: 34 (first half: 12; second half: 22)
  • From the 21st century: 24
  • From the 20th or 21st century but about an earlier century: 7
  • Books re-read: arguably 1 (I’d already read many of the poems in my collection of Keats’s poetry)
  • Different books from authors I’d already read: 14

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A Thursday Thirteen

Yeah, I know it’s Wednesday when I’m posting this, but Thursday’s not so far off, and many of you will be reading this on Thursday, so it’s good enough. (The truth is I’m beat by a long day at work, so it’s a perfect day for a list post.)

A while back Danielle posted a list of books she’d wanted to read this year but hadn’t gotten to, and that’s what I propose to do for myself, create a list of this year’s “failures,” or, to be more positive about it, books I’m “saving” for next year. The first six books on the list are classics I’d hoped read this year but didn’t, and the later ones are challenge books I didn’t get to or simply ones I keep longing to read but can’t quite manage.

  • Anne Bronte’s The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. I want to read more of the Brontes, Anne and the others. I’ve read Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, and Villette, but there are more Bronte novels than these, and as I love the 19C novel so much, I need to get to them.
  • Virginia Woolf’s Night and Day. I read The Voyage Out, Woolf’s first novel, earlier this year, and Night and Day is her second one, and so a logical next step. Eventually I’d like to read everything she’s written.
  • Gertrude Stein’s Three Lives. I’ve had this book on my shelves for ages. I’m fascinated and intrigued by Stein and want to read more of her work, and I think Three Lives is one of her more accessible books. Still, I keep putting it off.
  • Balzac’s Cousin Bette. Another 19C novel I’d like to get to. I’ve read no Balzac, and I don’t think that’s a good thing!
  • William James’s The Varieties of Religious Experience. I can’t decide if this is a book I’ll love or one I’ll be bored by, which perhaps explains my failure to read it thus far. I think I’ll like it, as everything I’ve heard about James intrigues me, and I like reading about religious subjects, but I’m not entirely sure. Perhaps next year …
  • James Hogg’s Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner. Doesn’t the title sound so interesting? Or perhaps it’s just me that thinks so …
  • I committed to Kate’s Reading Across Borders challenge and pledged to read five books for it, specifically, books in translation from countries outside Europe. I’ve managed to read four so far (So Long a Letter, Love in a Fallen City, Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter, and Palace Walk), but I’m having trouble getting to the fifth. I do have a month left in this year, so there’s still a chance I can complete it. I’m thinking Jorge Luis Borges’s Labyrinths might be a good choice.
  • I also hoped to read a science book this year, either Brian Greene’s Fabric of the Cosmos or Bill Bryson’s A Short History of Nearly Everything. My desire to read science varies, though, and I never got the urge right around the time I felt I could begin a new book, so it didn’t happen. I’m interested in science, but these books are big ones and will be large time commitment.
  • I have a whole list of Janet Malcolm books I’d like to read. There’s her Reading Chekhov: A Critical Journey, or The Silent Woman: Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes, or her latest one, Two Lives: Gertrude and Alice. I think Malcolm is an author I’d really like, if only I would actually pick up one of her books.
  • I have never read a Margaret Atwood novel. This is a crying shame, I’m sure. I keep saying I’m going to do it …
  • Samuel Beckett’s Molloy. I believe I listed this as a choice for the Reading from the Stacks challenge I participated in last winter, and it was the one book I didn’t get to. I still haven’t gotten to it, obviously.
  • Any novel by Colette, although most likely Cheri or The Ripening Seed. I read a biography of her not too long ago and thought she was a fascinating person, but I’ve read very little of her own writing, except for My Mother’s House and Sido, which I thought a wonderful book.
  • Boccaccio’s Decameron. Since I wrote yesterday about books with multiple stories and plots, I have this book on my mind, with its 100 stories. It’s another book I’m not sure if I’ll love or be bored by. No way to know but to give it a try, right?

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New books

Today I shall tell you about my new books. I have darkened the doorstep of very few bookstores lately, but the books keep coming in, mostly through Book Mooch and now and then from Amazon. Most of these books, you’ll see, I decided to acquire based on the recommendations of bloggers. Thank you, as always!

  • Jonathan Coe’s The House of Sleep. I may need to read Rosamund Lehmann’s The Echoing Grove before I read Coe’s book, as that’s where he found inspiration for it. I almost began this one yesterday after noticing the epigraph from Lehmann’s novel, but decided it wasn’t quite right for me at the moment. I’m prepared to enjoy this greatly when I’m ready, though, as several bloggers have told me how much they like Coe’s writing.
  • Goethe’s Elective Affinities. Litlove recommended this one to me, and I’m excited about it, as I’ve read some Goethe in the past (Sorrows of Young Werther and Faust), but had never heard of this novel. Here is a description: Elective Affinities is a “penetrating study of marriage and passion, bringing together four people in an inexorable manner. The novel asks whether we have free will or not and confronts its characters with the monstrous consequences of repressing what little ‘real life’ they have in themselves, a life so far removed from their natural states that it appears to them as something terrible and destructive.” It’s from 1809.
  • Werner Herzog’s Of Walking in Ice. This book tells the story of Herzog’s three-week walk from Munich to Paris. He walked to see his friend Lotte Eisner who was sick and near death; he believed that she wouldn’t die as long as he was walking to meet her. I’m kind of fascinated by Herzog, although I haven’t actually seen many of his films. But after seeing Grizzly Man and hearing some interviews with him, I want to know more. And, of course, this is an example of walking literature, which I’m always looking out for.
  • Gabriel Josipovici’s Goldberg: Variations. After reading Imani’s posts on this book, I couldn’t resist. I own Josipovici’s The Book of God, which I read parts of in college, but I don’t know anything about his fiction. I should take another look at The Book of God, now that I think of it; I do like reading books about the Bible.
  • Finally, The Owl Service, by Alan Garner. This is a young adult book, and it is the next Slaves of Golconda book, which we’ll be read at the end of the month. I don’t read much young adult literature, so I’m looking forward to this one.

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Library sale!

If you’ve read Hobgoblin’s post today, you’ll have an idea what mine is going to be about. Yes, we went to another library sale. How could we not when it’s huge and just a few miles up the road? I swear this is the last library sale I’m going to until … next year. Here’s what I found:

  • Rosamund Lehmann, A Note in Music. Litlove recommended the author to me, although not this particular title. It’s a Virago edition.
  • Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge. I loved Of Human Bondage, I’m ready to try another Maugham novel, and how could I resist after reading Becky’s post?
  • Anne Bronte, Agnes Grey. I already have one unread Anne Bronte novel (The Tenant of Wildfell Hall), but I love having unread Victorian novels lying around, so I snatched it up.
  • Frances Burney, Camilla. She has two very long novels I haven’t yet read, this one and Cecilia. Someday I’ll get to both of them.
  • Elizabeth Taylor, A Game of Hide and Seek. I discovered Taylor last summer when I read two of her novels and loved them, so I’m happy to find another.
  • Rose Macaulay, The Towers of Trebizond. Surely this will make Emily happy! I found a pretty NYRB classics edition, and it was only $1.50.
  • Penelope Fitzgerald, The Book Shop. This is a slim volume, and how could I resist the title? I’ve never read Fitzgerald, but I keep hearing she’s good.
  • Nicholson Baker, Room Temperature. Yes, I am a Nicholson Baker fan.
  • Edith Wharton, The Buccaneers. I love the Wharton novels I’ve read, and Hepzibah writes about Wharton so well, I had to get this one.
  • William Styron, Sophie’s Choice. This kind of speaks for itself, doesn’t it? A great book, so I hear.
  • Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Biographia Literaria: Biographical Sketches of My Literary Life and Opinions. To further my interest in the romantics. Copies on Amazon seem like of pricey, so I’m glad I got it.

Who knows when I’ll actually read these, but I’m happy to have them now.

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Book sale!

Awhile back I made the mistake of signing up to work during the first shift of my library’s book sale. I discovered today why it was a mistake — I had to keep busy straightening books and answering questions (or trying to) while other people snatched up the good stuff. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the woman organizing things hadn’t assigned me to the travel, science, computers, reference, and children’s book sections; if I’d been over in fiction, I probably could have set books aside to buy later. Next time I’ll remember — sign up to work at the library sale by all means, but not during the first shift!

But I did come home with some good things (as did Hobgoblin):

  • John Galsworthy’s Forsyte Saga. I found an old hardcover edition, which will make pleasant reading when I get there, I think. I’ve been hearing about Galsworthy a lot lately because of the Outmoded Authors challenge. I suspect I won’t be reading this as part of the challenge, however.
  • Jamaica Kincaid’s Annie John. As much as I felt ambivalently about Jane Smiley’s book about the novel (13 Ways), she does have a good reading list. I learned about this one there.
  • Arthur Phillips, Prague. I should get in the habit of noting why I put things on my list of books I’d like to read; some things are on there and I have no idea why. I’m not sure why this book has stuck in my mind, but it has, and now I own it. Has anybody else read it?
  • Pat Conroy’s Beach Music. Courtney has written so eloquently about this book, how could I resist?
  • Ivy Compton-Burnett, Manservant and Maidservant. Oh, shoot, I just learned that NYRB Classics has published this book — if I’d known that I might have waited to get that edition. Perhaps it’s silly to care about editions like that, but I do like to hold a nicely-made book in my hands … this is another Outmoded Authors author.
  • Andrew O’Hagan, Personality. I read a good review of O’Hagan’s latest novel and so thought I might like an earlier one.
  • Elizabeth Gaskell, Mary Barton. I’ve decided it’s impossible to own too much Gaskell!

The worrying thing is that there’s another local library sale next weekend, and I really don’t need more books, but I’m sure I’ll go …

And, finally, thanks to Jenny D. for the link to this fabulous article on walking by Nicole Krauss. A small taste:

My idea of a walk, influenced by Kazin and honed over these last nine years that I’ve lived in New York, involves a freewheeling thoughtfulness powered by the legs but fed by observation, a physical and mental stream of consciousness nudged this way and that by an infinite number of human variables: an old man doing his esoteric exercises, a lone glove dropped in the middle of a snowy sidewalk, an Orthodox Jew in a shtreimel.

A detail — Chinese lantern flowers in the window of a brownstone — leads to an association, and then another; a thought forms, expands, breaks apart into subsidiary thoughts, which in turn briskly scatter with the sudden appearance of a balloon floating down Seventh Avenue. All the while, on another level of the mind, decisions are being made about direction: a right here, now a left, straight until the river.

There is no destination. Ideally, the afternoon is wide open. Time is limitless. The streets taken on the way out are never the ones taken on the way back. The walk unfurls according to mood, physical endurance and visual appetite.

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I hate it when I’m predictable

Well, of the 61 Best Novels You’ve Never Read, I’ve read none of them. Shoot. I do, however, have two of them on my TBR list.  Does that count for anything?

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Summer Reading

So I’ve committed to not doing a summer reading challenge, and I’m not going to, but I would like to muse a little bit about what I might read this summer. If I make a list of things I will read, I will feel constrained and will quickly get tired of all my choices. But I can think about some things I could possibly pick up, or, better yet, some categories of things I’d like to read, the exact titles to be chosen later. So this is not a very exact list, and it’s also not one I’m sticking to. It’s just some thoughts for the moment:

  • I am committed to reading Proust and Cervantes. I’d like to finish both of these before Labor Day, although that may not be possible. But I’ll try.
  • Back in the days when I was more likely to sign up for reading challenges, I decided to do Kate’s Reading Across Borders challenge, and it’s one I’m still excited about (probably because there are so many possibilities and I didn’t commit myself to any particular titles). So far this year I’ve read 2 books out of my goal of 5 (these include So Long a Letter and Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter). This summer I’d like to read at least one more; possibilities include Mahfouz’s Palace Walk and Eileen Chang’s Love in a Fallen City. But other interesting ones may pop up.
  • I’d like to read some more travel writing. I haven’t read much contemporary examples, but the ones I have I’ve liked (Yoga for People Who Can’t Be Bothered To Do It; Eat, Pray, Love; The Places in Between). I’ve got Peter Matthieson’s The Snow Leopard on the shelves, and also Bruce Chatwin’s In Patagonia.
  • A literary biography might be fun too; I’ve got a short one of Proust and am also interested in reading biographies of Virginia Woolf and Jane Austen. I haven’t read that many biographies in my life — largely because they are so often long and I’m a slow reader — but I would like to know more about some of my favorite authors.
  • More poetry — I’m in the middle of Rilke’s Duino Elegies and enjoying it a lot, but I’m trying to decide what poet to read next. Part of me would like to read somebody from an earlier time period, like Keats, for example, and another part of me wants to return to contemporary writers. I’m not sure which side will win out.
  • There are a couple books I’ve been meaning to read because friends recommended them to me (as have other litbloggers); they include McCarthy’s The Road and Ann Patchett’s Bel Canto, and anything by Geraldine Brooks, although The Year of Wonders is what I have on my shelves.
  • I’d like to read something challenging. I’m not sure what this means; perhaps a long and difficult novel like The Recognitions which Ted recently sent me (thank you!) or something philosophical like the Martha Nussbaum book I’ve got on my shelves, or perhaps William James’s The Varieties of Religious Experience, which I’ve been wanting to read for a long time. That one wouldn’t be a difficult read, but it would be challenging in the sense of making me think a lot.
  • Perhaps I’ll finally, finally get around to reading the Bhagavad Gita?
  • I’d also like to read as many books as possible from my TBR shelves — not so much to clear them out as to create space for more new books. Here is where my vague plans start to shift into fantasy …

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Books on novels

I worked hard on my funny tan lines this weekend. As of now, I’m pretty much ruined for tank tops and swimsuits for the rest of the spring and summer, unless I don’t mind looking a little freakish. I’ve now got a tan line on my upper arms and am working on a good one just above my ankle and a little above my knees. Pretty soon, I’ll have one on my wrists from my cycling gloves.

I went on a lovely hike yesterday with Hobgoblin and his students. (By the way, if any of you want to see a picture of us, check out Hobgoblin’s post — I’m the one in the red t-shirt.) I spent most of the hike talking with one of the students about books. Doesn’t that sound like a great way to spend a Saturday?

But I meant to write about an article from The New York Review of Books, “Storms Over the Novel,” by Hermione Lee. She reviews a whole bunch of books on the novel, and the list itself is intriguing as a potential source of reading material. Here’s the list of books she discusses:

The Curtain: An Essay in Seven Parts, by Milan Kundera, translated from the French by Linda Asher

Thirteen Ways of Looking at the Novel, by Jane Smiley

The Things That Matter: What Seven Classic Novels Have to Say About the Stages of Life, by Edward Mendelson

How Novels Work, by John Mullan

How to Read a Novel: A User’s Guide, by John Sutherland

The Novel, Volume 1: History, Geography and Culture, edited by Franco Moretti

The Novel, Volume 2: Forms and Themes, edited by Franco Moretti

Nation & Novel: The English Novel from Its Origins to the Present Day, by Patrick Parrinder

I’ve read the Smiley book, and liked it pretty well, but the others I haven’t yet looked at. I’m intrigued by the Kundera book; I’ve read some good reviews of it, although the one I liked the best was Arthur Phillips’s review from Harper’s magazine where he argued, if I remember correctly, that Kundera doesn’t follow his own prescriptions for what the best novels do, although Phillips admires Kundera’s novels greatly.

The Mendelson book sounds pretty good, although I’m worried about it being a bit preachy; Hermione Lee talks about his “strong, didactic tone,” and this is how she describes Mendelson’s writing:

He makes heartfelt, idiosyncratic, and illuminating diagnoses of seven novels by women writers (Mary Shelley, Charlotte and Emily Brontë, George Eliot, and Virginia Woolf) as humane lessons in how (or how not) to live a moral life.

I like “heartfelt, idiosyncratic, and illuminating,” but I’m unsure about the “humane lessons” on living a moral life part. I do think that novels can teach us things, but I’m not sure that living a moral life is one of them.

The John Mullan book is one of the most interesting here; Mullan is an 18C scholar whose criticism I’ve read and liked, and his book on the novel is about form and structure, which I’d like to know more about. Lee calls the book:

a modest, helpful, and sensible diagnosis of novelistic strategies—beginnings and endings, paratexts and intertexts, first- and third-person narratives, present and past tenses, inadequate and multiple narrators, and the like, drawing on mainly well-known examples from Samuel Richardson to Philip Roth.

I’ll probably never read John Sutherland’s book, however; Lee’s comment that “it ought to have been called How to Talk Knowingly About a Novel Without Actually Reading It” would have turned me off if I hadn’t already heard some negative things about the book. He gives bits of advice such as don’t bother to read every word but skim now and then — which I’m highly unlikely ever to follow. No, this book is not for me.

I am tempted, however, although also a bit frightened, by those Franco Moretti books. I came across Volume 1 in my local library, which surprised me, as I didn’t think my library would have anything so scholarly. It looked jam packed with fascinating information about the novel, but it also looked dense and difficult — not a bad thing at all, but it means I’ll need some energy to tackle it. The volumes are collections of articles by many different authors on the novel’s history and its forms. Each volume is almost $100, so it looks like I won’t be owning my own copy any time soon, unfortunately.

Lee doesn’t say a whole lot about the last book on her list by Patrick Parrinder, but Amazon says this:

What is ‘English’ about the English novel, and how has the idea of the English nation been shaped by the writers of fiction? How do the novel’s profound differences from poetry and drama affect its representation of national consciousness? Nation and Novel sets out to answer these questions by tracing English prose fiction from its late medieval origins through its stories of rogues and criminals, family rebellions and suffering heroines, to the present-day novels of immigration.

Doesn’t that sound fascinating?

Lee writes a bit about her experience as chair of the judges for the Man Booker prize, and she has good things to say about what makes novels novels — there’s a lot in her article that I haven’t mentioned here, so if you are interested, check it out.

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Recent Acquisitions

This time of year makes me feel so conflicted — it’s beautiful outside and I’m happy about that, but it’s one of the busiest times of the academic year as the semester gets near the end (it’s not nearly close enough though), and that makes me feel tired and listless. I can’t go outside because I have so much work to do, but I can’t seem to bring myself to do my work …

Anyway, in this post, I’ll console myself by thinking about the books I’ve acquired recently that I’ll be able to read soon enough — maybe before the semester is over, but if not, certainly after.

  • I’ve got Adam Sisman’s Boswell’s Presumptuous Task on the way from Book Mooch — this comes highly recommended by bloggers, so I’m looking forward to it, and it’s the perfect follow-up to reading Boswell’s Life, of course, as it tells the story of how the Life got written.
  • Also through Book Mooch, I recently received John Brewer’s A Sentimental Murder: Love and Madness in the Eighteenth Century. Isn’t that a great title? Sandra wrote so eloquently about this one, I couldn’t resist. It tells the story of a murder, but goes on from there to meditate on history and storytelling and eighteenth-century culture.
  • I got a copy of Denis Johnson’s book of short stories Jesus’ Son; a book I’ve been meaning to read for quite a while and which I’ve heard wonderful things about. This book is part of my attempt to read more short stories; I’d like to read at least two collections this year, if not more.
  • I ordered the last two volumes of Proust, The Prisoner and The Fugitive combined into one volume, and Time Regained. I’m getting close to finishing Proust! Well, sort of. Actually I’m a little over half way, in the middle of volume four. I had to order these last two from the UK, and they look nothing like the first four in their American versions, unfortunately.
  • Cam recently sent me a selection of W.B. Yeats’s poetry. I’ve read some Yeats, but he’s a wonderful poet I need to read more of. Thanks Cam!
  • And, of course, there’s Don Quixote, ready for me when I’m ready for it. Here’s the template I set up for the group reading blog; I’ll get invitations out to people during April so we’ll be ready to begin in May. Let me know if there’s cool Don Quixote stuff on the web you know of so I can add some links to spice up the site a bit.

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Some thoughts and a meme

  • I think I may be spending too much time on the internet: the tip of my right index finger is sore, and I think it got that way from too much typing and too much use of the touch pad on my laptop. Yeah, and too much time holding on to a pen to grade papers. That last one must be the culprit. I need to cut back on my grading, not on my internet time.
  • I’m now reading Geoff Dyer’s Yoga for People Who Can’t Be Bothered to Do It and I’m enjoying it quite a bit, but I’m also intrigued by his book Out of Sheer Rage: Wrestling with D.H. Lawrence, which has been called “the best book about not writing a book about D.H. Lawrence ever written.” I have very little interest in D.H. Lawrence (well, not quite true. I just don’t really get him. I’m wondering if this will change one day, like I need to reach a certain maturity level or something), but I’m interested in a book about the inability to write about Lawrence. I like books that this, ones that are about the process of doing something or the attempt to do something, or the failure. It’s why I liked Footsteps so much.
  • This also explains why I find Robert Dessaix’s Twilight of Love: Travels with Turgenev intriguing. (See Dark Orpheus’s post on the subject as well.) I’ve never read Turgenev, although I’ve been meaning to forever, but this book sounds interesting because it’s about Dessaix’s travels to research Turgenev’s life and about his attempts to puzzle out some of the mysteries of Turgenev’s life. Along these same lines, I’m also curious about Janet Malcolm’s Reading Chekhov, which is a mix of biography, criticism, and memoir.
  • I recently got myself a dual-language edition of Rilke’s Duino Elegies, which I’m quite excited about. I studied German a long time ago, and although unfortunately I don’t remember all that much, not having used it in years, I’m looking forward to having the German there so I can at least read at least some of it in the original and can puzzle out words I don’t remember. I’m always meaning to improve my German, although it’s one of those things I never get around to, not having enough to motivate me, I suppose.
  • I have a blog anniversary coming up on Saturday; be sure to check back that day for the chance to win a book I’m giving away in celebration …

And now for the meme. Susan had a great post on theme reading she can do chosen entirely from books she already owns. I can’t resist thinking of the ways I can organize the books I’ve got on hand:

The Virginia Woolf books:

  • Virginia Woolf: In Inner Life, Julia Briggs
  • Moments of Being, Virginia Woolf
  • The Voyage Out, Virginia Woolf

Eighteenth-century books:

  • Roderick Random, Tobias Smollett
  • The Adventures of Ferdinand Count Fathom, Tobias Smollett
  • Journal of a Plague Year, Daniel Defoe
  • Captain Singleton, Daniel Defoe
  • The Recess, Sophia Lee

Books about walking and travel:

  • The Walk: Notes on a Romantic Image, Jeffrey Robinson
  • The Snow Leopard, Peter Matthieson
  • A Field Guide to Getting Lost, Rebecca Solnit
  • In Patagonia, Bruce Chatwin
  • Travels into the Interior of Africa, Mungo Park

Books about religion:

  • The Bhagavad Gita
  • The Varities of Religious Experience, William James
  • The Jefferson Bible
  • A Short History of Myth, Karen Armstrong

Essay collections and memoirs:

  • The Oxford Book of Essays
  • Quarrel and Quandary, Cynthia Ozick
  • The White Album, Joan Didion
  • The Amateur: An Independent Life of Letters, Wendy Lesser
  • About Alice, Calvin Trillin

Books for Kate’s Reading Across Borders challenge:

  • Palace Walk, Naguib Mahfouz
  • Soul Mountain, Gao Xingjian
  • Love in a Fallen City, Eileen Chang
  • Hopscotch, Julio Cortazar
  • The Makioka Sisters, Junichiro Tanizaki
  • The Temple of the Golden Pavilion, Yukio Mishima

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Book notes

I haven’t done one of these “book notes” type posts in quite a while, so I figure on this slow Saturday I can get away with it. I have lots of stuff I want to write about — my thoughts on Claire Messud’s The Emperor’s Children, more Boswell/Johnson quotations, and some other things — but tonight feels like a good time for a listy, pooterish post. So here goes.

  • I’m listening to the audiobook version of Jennifer Egan’s novel The Keep and I’m not quite sure what I think of it yet. It’s bizarre in a way I didn’t expect; the main character is a tough New Yorker guy and he ends up in some castle somewhere on the border between Germany and some other country, where he meets a very old Baroness. This character is obsessed with staying connected to the world on his cell phone and the internet. It’s strange, but so far I’m enjoying it. I’m a little worried, though — I just read on Amazon that parts of the novel deal with claustrophia, and I can get claustrophic at times, so I’m imagining myself driving along to work, listening to this novel, and completely freaking out because I’m listening to some all-too-vivid scene set in a cave. I can feel my heart beat faster just thinking about it. The Amazon page I linked to has a brief interview with Egan where she discusses her influences, and they are great ones — lots of 18C novels, including, as you would guess based on a description of the book, lots of gothic novels.
  • Last night I began W.G. Sebald’s The Rings of Saturn. I haven’t gotten that far into it, but I can tell I will like it; it’s thoughtful and rambling and rich, and it makes me want to read some Sir Thomas Browne. I read him in a couple classes years back, and responded excitedly to my professors’ enthusiasm for him, but I’m not sure I really got what makes Browne interesting. I think that means I need to re-read him now that I’m older and probably not wiser, but at least better-read. He’s a writer I wanted to love and hadn’t yet found the right time to.
  • The Hobgoblin and I stopped by one of our local used bookstores today; I went to find a copy of Virginia Woolf’s The Voyage Out which their website said they had in stock. I didn’t buy the book because it was in pretty bad shape, but I did spend some time looking around and came home with a Virago Modern Classic, Radclyffe Hall’s Adam’s Breed, which doesn’t appear to be in print anymore. I didn’t know anything about Radclyffe Hall, but I picked up the book because I like Virago books and this book looked interesting. It turns out she was born Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall and is most famous for her 1928 novel The Well of Loneliness, which, because of its lesbian themes, was the subject of an obscenity trial in England and was published in the US only after a court battle. I found out Adam’s Breed was popular among critics and sold well, and it won two prizes, the Priz Femina and the James Tait Black prize. How quickly we forget so many of the authors that were popular in their day (well, I should speak for myself — perhaps other readers know who she is?).
  • Back to Virginia Woolf: yesterday I came across Julia Briggs’s Virginia Woolf: An Inner Life on Book Mooch, and it will soon be on its way to me. I have no idea when I will read this, but I’ll be happy to have a Woolf biography on my bookshelves.

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What I want to read

My semester is pretty well underway, and although I’m not to the busiest part of it yet (that’s when the papers come in to be graded), I’m beginning to feel the pressure of prepping for class and attending meetings and holding office hours and answering student emails. And it’s at this point when I become acutely aware of all the hundreds and hundreds of books out there that I want to read now. Even though deep down I know I would probably go insane or become thoroughly depressed if I didn’t have a job to keep me busy, I do often think it’s cruel to have to work all day, when all those books are waiting at home for me to read them. Here’s what I’m particularly longing to read these days:

  • Books about walking. I wrote about this interest not too long ago, but I haven’t had a chance to actually pick up a book about the topic. These include Rebecca Solnit’s A Field Guide to Getting Lost, Jeffrey Robinson’s book The Walk: Notes on a Romantic Image and W.G. Sebald’s The Rings of Saturn. And there are lots of others that wonderful blog readers suggested to me as well.
  • Books for the Reading Across Borders challenge. I’ve read one in this category, Mariama Ba’s So Long a Letter, but I’m eager to get to more, especially Eileen Chang’s Love in a Fallen City and Mahfouz’s Palace Walk. I particularly like the Literary Saloon, a blog that focuses on world literature, and I’m both fascinated and overwhelmed by the number of books that blog discusses.
  • Long 19C novels. I’ve listed Balzac, Anne Bronte, and Elizabeth Gaskell as authors I’d like to read this year, but I’d also love to read others, more Trollope, some Turgenev, maybe some Zola. Alas, I don’t think I can handle all this …
  • Interesting, smart, literary nonfiction. I’m thinking here of things like Alberto Manguel’s A Reading Diary, and the short biography of Proust I’ve got, and Nicholas Basbane’s A Gentle Madness, and a biography by Richard Holmes, and Janet Malcolm’s book on Chekhov, and something by Jenny Diski, and Geoff Dyer’s book on D.H. Lawrence (I’m not sure what I think of D.H. Lawrence, but who can resist a book described as “the best book about not writing a book about D.H. Lawrence ever written”?), and The Oxford Book of Essays, and Lawrence Wescher’s Vermeer in Bosnia and Karen’s Armstrong’s A Short History of Myth. I could go on and on.
  • Travel writing. I have Peter Matthieson’s The Snow Leopard and Bruce Chatwin’s In Patagonia on my shelves and I’m on the lookout for some Jonathan Raban, Robert Byron, Robyn Davidson and others.
  • Pre-20C poetry. I’m not sure when I’ll actually sit down to read some of this, but lately I’ve gotten a hankering to read people like Keats and Shelley (inspired by Richard Holmes, most likely) and Browning and Rosetti.
  • Ancient stuff. Stefanie’s reading of Hesiod and Homer is so inspiring I want to try a little of it myself, although I’m not sure where I’d begin. But wouldn’t it be great to know more about classical literature?

This list doesn’t even touch on all the contemporary novels I want to read, and the mystery stories and the poetry and the essay collections. You can see, probably, why it’s so hard to accept that I can’t spend all my time reading, and why it’s hard for me to believe that if I could spend all my time reading, I’d probably go crazy and start longing for some work to do.

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New books

9706722.gifWhile I hate shopping — loathe and despise it — especially when it’s shopping at the mall, it’s made more bearable if I can stop by a bookstore when I’m finished. So the Hobgoblin and I went our separate ways to get the shopping done and decided when we were finished to meet at the mall bookstore, a Walden’s, which is, actually, a sorry excuse for a bookstore. But we had to make do.

And it turns out that that Walden’s is closing (is the entire chain closing?) and all books were 40% off. Yippee! I was happy about the prospect of cheap books, although uncertain what to think about the store closing — I guess it doesn’t matter much, except that it’s the only bookstore in the mall, although a Barnes and Noble is just up the street. Does it matter much when crappy bookstore chains close? Is that a bad thing or a good thing?

The store was crowded with people excitedly looking for cheap books; I’ve rarely seen a bookstore that crowded, and the feeling of excitement was fun. The only problem was that I really couldn’t find a lot that caught my attention. What’s the use of having a great sale when the book selection is miserable? I did find a few things, however, including the 2006 Best American Essays collection; I’ve gotten that series in the past and I’ve loved it, although I found that I’d already read many of the essays in the magazines that originally published them. This one doesn’t appear to have too many repeats. I also found Karen Armstrong’s A Short History of Myth. Armstrong is one of my favorite nonfiction writers — her book A History of God is great, so I’m looking forward to the myth book. Finally, I found Elliot Perlman’s Seven Types of Ambiguity, which I swear I read about on somebody’s blog, but now I can’t remember whose. But it looks like a fun novel. Although I was willing to spend more money if anything else irresistible appeared, it didn’t. Maybe that’ll be the last time I shop at a Walden’s.

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Book by Book

10612367.gifI finished Michael Dirda’s Book by Book yesterday and have mixed feelings about it. When Dirda sticks to discussing specific books and giving book lists, he’s quite interesting and the book is a pleasure to read. When he begins to wax philosophical about life, he becomes banal and cliche.

The book is organized by topics such as “Work and Leisure,” “The Book of Love,” and “Matters of the Spirit,” and within each chapter he discusses his ideas about the topic and books that shed light on it. Typically, he’ll give a book list with a short discussion of each item on it, a lot of quotations on the subject he’s gathered through his reading, his own views and advice on the subject, and maybe a more extended analysis of a few relevant books. The book would have been stronger if he’d either omitted the philosophizing entirely or, well, been a better philosopher. He should have highlighted the books more.

But I did find a few chapters very interesting and full of good recommendations. (For a discussion of one of these lists, see Stefanie’s post from a while back.) “The Interior Library” is especially good — here are some passages I liked; this first one is about reading as a love affair:

The rapport between a reader and his or her book is almost like that between lovers. The relationship grows, envelops a life, lays out new prospects and ways of seeing oneself and the future, is filled with moments of joy and sorrow; when it’s over, even its memory enriches as few experiences can. But just as one cannot psychically afford to fall in love too many times, suffer its gantlet of emotions too often and still remain whole, so the novel-reader cannot read too many books of high purpose and harrowing dimension or do so too often. Burnout, a failure to respond with the intensity literature demands, is the result. As with a love affair, the battered heart needs time to recover from a good work of fiction.

Here’s a passage on poetry:

To read a volume of poetry is to enter the world of the mesmerist. In a serious artist’s collected poems, the single constant is usually his or her distinctive, increasingly hyponotic voice. Without relying on plot, dramatic action, or a cast of characters, lyric poets, especially, must entrance us with their words until we cannot choose but hear. Eager for more, we turn page after page because we find ourselves in thrall to a particular diction.

This makes me wonder if I’m not reading my current book of poems, Jane Kenyon’s Otherwise, in the best way; I’ve been reading through it very slowly, a couple of poems at a time, and reading each one several times, trying to look for poetic elements such as metaphor and alliteration, which I see sometimes, but just as often don’t. I wonder if I shouldn’t read more for the voice — in this instance, not necessarily with every book of poems — and read faster, letting the “poetic” elements strike me or not, but mostly concentrating on the voice, because Kenyon does have a distinctive one that I like. I tend to think that I should read all poetry in the same way — slowly and carefully, letting the words really soak in — and that’s definitely a good way to read poetry, but perhaps some books are better read differently.

Finally, I’ll leave you with one of my favorite lists from the book, a list of creative nonfiction Dirda recommends, “some of which should be better known.” He’s narrowed down the list by focusing on 20C writers in English:

  • Lytton Strachey, Eminent Victorians
  • A.J.A. Symons, The Quest for Corvo
  • Robert Byron, The Road to Oxiana
  • Joseph Mitchell, Up in the Old Hotel
  • Isak Dinesen, Out of Africa
  • M.F.K. Fisher, The Art of Eating
  • Cyril Connolly, The Unquiet Grave
  • Northrop Frye, Anatomy of Criticism
  • Ivan Morris, The World of the Shining Prince
  • S. Schoenbaum, Shakespeare’s Lives
  • Richard Ellmann, James Joyce
  • Alison Lurie, V.R. Lang: A Memoir
  • Bruce Chatwin, In Patagonia
  • Truman Capote, In Cold Blood
  • Guy Davenport, The Geography of the Imagination
  • The Paris Review “Writers at Work” collections

I put the Symons, Byron, and Morris books on my TBR list right away, the Symons because it’s a biography but also about the process of writing biography much like Footsteps was, the Byron because I’d like to read more travel writing, and Morris’s The World of the Shining Prince, because it’s about Japan during the time of The Tale of Genji and would help me understand that book better. On Eminent Victorians, make sure to read Bloglily.  I’ve read only the Dinesen book; the others I will need to look into eventually.

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Books in translation

Here are some books I’m considering reading for Kate’s Reading Across Borders challenge:

Lots of good possibilities there, right? The question will be deciding which ones to read. I’ve committed myself to five. And other interesting ones may come along in the meantime …

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Kate’s challenge and other bookish topics

My new posting schedule may turn out to look suspiciously like my old one …

I got some more books as Christmas gifts today. A friend of mine sends me books most years for Christmas and my birthday, and often they are late, which she apologizes for, but I like getting late presents. Why not spread out the fun a little bit? She sent me Marie Howe’s book of poems What the Living Do, which looks good, and it will do perfectly for when I’ve finished the Jane Kenyon collection I’m working on now. She also sent me Nancy Pearl’s Book Lust, which I’ve heard lots of good things about from bloggers but have never gotten a copy of. It promises to be a lot of fun.

But what I really wanted to post about was Kate’s Reading Across Borders Challenge, which I’d like to do, in some form or fashion. Out of the 56 books I read last year, 45 of them were written by authors born in America, Britain, or Canada. Of the 11 remaining, 3 of them were by people from other countries who write in English, so that leaves 8 books I read in translation, including 5 books translated from French, 1 from Japanese, 1 from Portuguese, and 1 from Turkish.

My reading goal for 2007 was to read more books in translation than I did last year, so that would be at least 9. I’ve listed 13 classics I’d like to read this year and some of them are translations, either 4 or 7 depending on whether I count the 4 volumes of Proust as 1 book or 4. But what I’m really interested in doing for Kate’s challenge is to read books from outside Europe — my classics in translation are all European, including Proust, Mann, Balzac, and Cervantes. So let’s say for Kate’s challenge, in addition to the European books in translation, I’ll read 5 translated books from countries outside Europe.  That will get me up to my goal, no matter how I count Proust.

Which ones will I choose for my 5? I have no idea. I don’t want to specify and lose the chance to choose something spontaneously, so you will have to wait and see.

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A new year

I feel uncertain about making resolutions for the new year, not being a resolution-making kind of person and especially having just read Bloglily’s very sane post on the topic. But I do want to think about what I’d like to accomplish this year, if only to try something new. So here are some goals, but I won’t beat myself up if I don’t reach them. Mostly they have to do with reading, although I’ll end with some cycling goals.

First of all, back in October I made a list of 13 classics I’d like to read in 2007, and I’d like to complete that list, with one change. Here’s the list again, with James Boswell’s Life of Johnson substituted for the Burney novel, either Camilla or Cecilia, I’d had on there originally:

1. Marcel Proust, The Guermantes Way, Sodom and Gomorrah, The Captive, The Fugitive, and Time Regained.
2. Anne Bronte, The Tenant of Wildfeld Hall.
3. James Boswell, The Life of Johnson.
4. Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote.
5. Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out.
6. Virginia Woolf, The Years.
7. Thomas Mann, Buddenbrooks.
8. Gertrude Stein’s Three Lives.
9. Elizabeth Gaskell, Cranford and/or Wives and Daughters.
10. Balzac’s Cousin Bette.
11. William James, The Varieties of Religious Experience.
12. Thomas DeQuincy’s Confessions of an Opium Eater.
13. James Hogg, Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner.

I’m determined to finish Don Quixote, Buddenbrooks, the Woolf novels, the William James, and the Proust novels; the others I’d really, really like to read but if I don’t, that’s okay. Considering my reading pace, 50-60 books a year, this list is pretty ambitious.

After that, I really don’t want to get specific about what I want to read, as I like room for spontaneity. But here are a few things I’d like to do:

  • Read more poetry than I did last year. As I read 2 1/2 books last year, this will mean 3 books, plus finishing up the 1/2 I have left in my current book — Jane Kenyon’s Otherwise.
  • Read more plays than I did last year. As I read no plays at all last year, this will meant reading at least one. We have a copy of Angels in America around the house I might pick up. I just realized, however, that I’ll be teaching a play this spring — as yet unidentified — and I suppose that will count. It kind of feels like cheating, though, in a weird way. If I’m reading it for work, it shouldn’t count for my New Year’s resolutions? That’s silly.
  • Read more short stories. I managed one collection (Alice Munro) and some individual stories for A Curious Singularity, so this means I’ll try to read two collections and probably more individual stories for the short story blog.
  • Read more books in translation. Last year I read 8. If I read all the books listed above, that will be 7 (Balzac, Mann, Cervantes, and 4 volumes of Proust). Any other books I read in translation I’d like to be non-European. (I’ll check out Book Traveller’s posts for inspiration.)
  • Read one science book. I love reading science but I haven’t done it lately. I have Brian Greene and Bill Bryson on my shelves; one of those will do nicely.

Okay, I’ll stop there. I could on, but the fewer goals I have, the likelier I am to reach them.

Before I begin all this, however, my first order of business is to decide which blog I want to use, the Blogger one or the WordPress one. I can make the big, life-shaping decisions almost instantly, but the little decisions take me forever.

As for cycling, I’m not sure what goals to set, as I’m really still not sure what I’m capable of. But here’s an attempt:

  • This past year I rode somewhere between 3,656 and 3,700 miles (depending on how far I ride today). For next year, I’d like to ride at least 4,000 miles but preferably as many as 4,500. The 3,656 number counts only outdoor rides on my road bike; I rode a few more miles on the indoor trainer and on my mountain bike, but those I can’t easily count. I’m aware that when it comes to preparing to race, I should probably focus less on the number of miles I ride and more on the level of intensity with which I ride those miles, but one of the things I learned last year is that I don’t have enough of an endurance base, so reaching a certain base level of miles ridden seems valuable.
  • I’d like to ride in more races than I did last year. Last year I did 16 — not all of them were official USCF races, but the non-official ones were just as challenging. I did 13 criteriums and 3 road races. I wimped out on a few races in May and June and then I got burnt out toward the end of the summer and stopped racing, so this coming year I’d like to complete more and stick with it longer.
  • I’d like to stay with the pack longer in each race and not get dropped as often. This goal should be more specific, but I don’t know how to make it so. So I’ll just have to say that I’m going to train harder so I’m stronger and therefore won’t be quite as easy to leave behind.

We’ll see how I do. Chances are I’ll accomplish some of these things, but other, maybe better, things will happen and the year will turn out differently than I expect.

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By the numbers

I thought I’d do one more post about the past year; it occurs to me that looking at some of the numbers might be interesting and might show me something about how I read. I have never kept track of my reading quite so carefully before, so I might as well take advantage of it and analyze the information I’ve got.

  • Books read: 56 (it might possibly go up to 57 by Sunday night, but I’m not sure, so I’ll leave it at that.)
  • Novels: 36
  • Nonfiction: 17
  • Poetry collections: 2 (although I’m now halfway through another one.)
  • Short story collections: 1
  • Journals/diaries (included in the nonfiction number): 2
  • Books written by men: 24
  • Books written by women: 32
  • Books in translation: 8
  • Books from the 11th century: 1 (The Tale of Genji)
  • From the 18th century: 4
  • From the 19th century: 6
  • From the 20th century: 23
  • From the 21st century: 22
  • From the 20th or 21st century but about an earlier century: 6
  • Books read for book groups (online or in-person): 7
  • Nonfiction about books, reading, literature, or literary history: 9
  • Travel books: 2 (Tobias Smollett and Rory Stewart)

I tried to count how many essay collections and memoirs I’d read, but I run into problems with categorization; for example, is Pankaj Mishra’s An End to Suffering a memoir? A history book? A book on religion?

I have no idea what percentage of men vs. women I’ve read in the past; it wouldn’t surprise me, though, if I usually read more men than women. But this time I read more women than men, which makes sense to me, as I felt throughout the year that I was discovering a lot of women writers I really like: Rebecca West, Anita Brookner, Muriel Spark, Elizabeth Taylor.

I see I haven’t read as much from the 19th century or earlier as I thought I might — 11 books. Maybe for next year the classics challenge I’m doing (13 books) will change that. Not all of the 13 are from the 19C or earlier, but with those and others I might increase the number. But if I add in the books I read about earlier centuries, I reach 17, which isn’t too bad.

I’d like to read more books in translation. And more short story collections, and more poetry, and more travel books, and more essays, and more books on religious history, and more books on literary history, etc., etc. It’s the problem Stefanie wrote about: what to do when with every new book one reads (especially history and books about books), one’s to-be-read list grows? I’d like to read in many different areas, and I’d also like to read deeply in a few, but I can’t do both. My list of books I’d like to read now has 167 books on it, which doesn’t include the 90 books I own but haven’t yet read. Yikes!

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My year in books

I suppose I can resist no longer — it’s time to begin summing up my year in books. I think I’ll do a couple posts on the topic and at least one on my year in cycling. But for now, here’s a list of the books from 2006 I liked the best. I only read maybe 2 or 3 books published this year (some of them I’m not sure if they are this year or last), so it’s by no means a guide to this year’s books. It’s just a list of things I liked.

  • Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy. I loved these books and flew through them. I haven’t read young adults books in forever, and these books made me think that’s a shame. I’m certain I’ll re-read them at some point when I need something fun. I found the plot absorbing, but the ideas were too.
  • Mary Oliver’s American Primitive. This is the first book of poems I picked up when I decided to try reading poetry again after years of not doing it, and I’m so glad I did. The poems are beautiful and moving, and — if you like poems about nature that aren’t sentimental (in the bad sense) or sappy, give this book a try.
  • Elaine Scarry’s On Beauty and Being Just. This short book inspired me to write about it on this blog so many times, I was afraid you all would get tired of hearing about it. I found it a beautiful book, as befits the title, one that I read through slowly because I wanted to stop and think about its ideas so often.
  • Rebecca West’s The Fountain Overflows. West captures childhood so well in this novel. The narrative voice is irresistable. It’s a portrait of a troubled family, and it seems to me to describe a young girl’s experience of such a family perfectly.
  • Marcel Proust’s Swann’s Way. Many thanks to Stefanie for starting the Proust blog and inspiring me to tackle this book — actually, I’ve tackled all of In Search of Lost Time, which I should be able to finish in 2007. Without the group blog, I may never have read this book, and I’m so glad I did.
  • Nicholson Baker’s The Mezzanine. Another one I posted about often. This novel follows the main character’s thoughts as he travels up an escalator on his way back to work after his lunch hour. And that’s the whole plot. It felt more essayistic to me than novelistic, complete with footnotes as it was. And it got me off on a long string of posts about footnotes.
  • Rory Stewart’s The Places in Between. I was enthralled at Stewart’s sense of adventure and his bravery and his ability to write about his walk across Afghanistan. I finished this one only recently, and it’s inspired me to read more contemporary travel writing, particularly books about long walks.

I could list more, probably, but as I will have read 56 or 57 books by the end of the year, listing 7 favorites seems about right, if I’m trying to focus on the ones I thought were the best. Actually, it’s 9 favorite books because I counted the Pullman books separately in my year’s total. As I was coming up with the list, I didn’t try to pick different genres, but I’m happy to see there was variety, with some poetry and nonfiction on the list, and it makes me think I should make sure to read lots of both next year, along with tons of novels, of course.

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Books, books, and more books

I’ve written before about not mooching more books, but I haven’t kept that resolution. Surprise, surprise. How can I resist when they are free?? I know I have to mail books to other people in order to mooch books for myself, but it still feels free. I still have four points left, which means four more free books. There are lots of things that look good, but I’m trying to keep the points for books I really, really want, ones I just can’t resist. I was this close to getting a copy of Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love, for example, but somebody else mooched it before I could put in my request. Sigh.

But, in addition to Alberto Manguel’s A Reading Diary and Edmund White’s biography of Proust which I mentioned in a previous post, I recently received a Penguin Classic with some of Jane Austen’s lesser-known work: Lady Susan, The Watsons, and Sanditon. Books by Jane Austen that I haven’t read! What’s taken me so long?

I also received just today Rebecca Solnit’s A Field Guide to Getting Lost. Solnit is one of my literary heroes. I was reading her book Wanderlust a year or so ago and took it with me on a plane trip and noticed a woman in the airport watching me reading the book with some curiosity. I realized later that the woman looked suspiciously like the author photo of Solnit. I can’t be sure, but it might have been her, noticing me reading her book. I wish I could have told her how inspiring I thought her book was.

And, thanks to a mention by Litlove, I have Assia Djebar’s Fantasia: An Algerian Cavalcade on the way, which will do very well when I’m looking for something outside of my usual reading pattern, and also Peter Matthiessen’s The Snow Leopard, which will help satisfy my interest in books about walking.

On another topic entirely — I read Franz Kafka’s story “A Hunger Artist” the other day, and I’m planning on posting about it on the short story blog A Curious Singularity, but I haven’t quite had the time — or maybe it’s that I haven’t had the energy and the courage? — to write about it yet. I need to re-read it for one thing. And for another, I’m not sure what I will say. It’s a great story though, wonderfully strange.

And one more random note here — I’ve been trying to decide if I want to do the Winter Classics challenge, but I’m unsure. Part of the problem is time — I want to finish up the From the Stacks challenge, and I’m not sure I’ll have time to do both of these. The other is that I tend to take reading plans and challenges very seriously and if I did it, I’d probably read dutifully through the list, and I think it’s better if I keep some room for spontaneity in my book choices. Challenges are fun and I like being a part of a group and they are so tempting because books plans and reading lists are fun, but I’d probably better stay away.

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