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Mommy, Daddy Slammed My Face In The Door
Friday, July 06, 2007
Yesterday I consumed a goodly chunk of Illuminations: Essays and Reflections, a recommendation for which I am grateful, as it does not hurt my head. The first essay concerns reflections on book collecting and, as I read it last night, it relieved me of the anxiety I sometimes suffer due to the fact that I have a voluminous library collection that consists mostly of books I have not flipped through since their purchase. The list (and what follows is by no means comprehensive) is a little ridiculous: Thus Spake Zarathustra, The Travels of Marco Polo, Mimesis: The Representation of Reality in Western Literature, Angela's Ashes, Dolores Claiborne, The Peloponnesian War, Wuthering Heights, The Cambridge History of Medieval English Literature, The Bonesetter's Daughter, Archaeology of Knowledge, Ulysses, Jude the Obscure, The Latin Sexual Vocabulary, The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson, Candide, The Foundation Trilogy, The Weimar Republic: The Crisis of Classical Modernity, Queen of the Damned, The Greek War of Independence: The Struggle for Freedom from the Ottoman Oppression and the Birth of the Modern Greek Nation, Not Much Fun: The Lost Poems of Dorothy Parker, The Web and the Rock, The Cambridge Illustrated History of Ancient Greece, Player Piano, The Making of Modern Japan, Groucho Marx: A Photographic Journey... I'll read them someday, when I get around to it.
[ Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 3:16 PM]
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