Information glut is a commonly bemoaned reality in the modern world. Not content with the standard flood of bits hurtling into my brain via the information highway (I’m lookin’ at you, Internet), I decided to bury myself deeper (albeit more slowly…which some might accurately interpret as agonizingly) in ones and zeroes this year in the form of good ole fashioned books. Last month, I achieved my quest of reading 52 books in 2017. As I believe I mentioned then (since I’m too lazy to go back and check), I’ve retained almost nothing substantial from most of the books I’ve read. In November, I added 3 more books into an already overflowing mind. Ah well. Fuller articulated the journey better than I’m gonna bother to try.
- Charles Olson’s Call Me Ishmael (courtesy of Fuller)
- John Green’s Turtles All the Way Down
- Yasmina Khadra’s The Swallows of Kabul
For the full 2017 list, please revisit my previous bragging session. Like Fuller, November brought my grand total to 56 books. I’m not sure I’ll actually manage to read that many books over the next 5 years. But, who’s counting?
Next up: our Infinite Winter selection, 2666. I’m also making my way through Daniel Kahneman’s Thinking Fast and Slow, a deliciously dense text that actively prohibits you from thinking fast. Which, now that I’m not aiming at a quantity of books to finish, is cool with me.