Still in a bit of a reading slump, but it’s getting better. Just two books finished in May.
Here are the books in my book journal that weren’t complete as of 1 June 2017:
- John Dryden (translator) Plutarch’s Lives, Vol I (started 6 Jan 2017)
- Võ Nguyên Giáp’s People’s War People’s Army
- Rebecca Skloot (editor) The Best American Science and Nature Writing, 2015
- William S. Burroughs Naked Lunch
- Thomas Pynchon’s Bleeding Edge
- Phong Nguyen’s Pages from the Textbook of Alternative History
- Bob Oeste’s The Last Pumpkin Paper
- John M. Henshaw’s An Equation for Every Occasion
Pages from the Textbook of Alternative History: not the book for me.
I’m currently working through the last two books on that list. The Last Pumpkin Paper: turns out Bob Oeste is the same Bob Oeste I work with. (You don’t know him because I’ve never mentioned him before.) I found out Bob had published a book during a going-away party for a coworker. I was chatting with another coworker about the writing program we’re in at Hopkins, and I saw Bob and jokingly suggested he jump into the program and write a book. (He’s a man of impeccable wit.) That’s when he told us about this book, saying, “I should’ve called it `Sold Jack Shit’ because that’s what it did.” Oof. So I ordered it later in the day, thinking I’d give it a read. Well, I’m about halfway through it, and I have to say that I actually like it.
The Henshaw book is 52 little stories about famous equations. Figured I’d read one or two a day and count it as another book in July.
After that I’ve got Junot Díaz’s This is How You Lose Her and Alan Moore and Eric Campbell’s From Hell lined up. I got both of them in the mail last Saturday, and my eyes boggled when I saw how thick From Hell is. Still, I’m looking forward to it.
Looking into the future, I’m thinking Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and finishing Zeno’s Conscious (which I ripped through the first 2/3rds in a week back in the summer of 2014 but haven’t touched since). I got James Baldwin’s The Fire Next Time, Bob Odenkirk’s A Load of Hooey, and Colson Whitehead’s The Intuitionist lined up on my reading list, too. Oh shit, what if I also read a Jonathan Franzen book? Maybe I should!