Reading: For me, not a sickness, but a compulsion, yes, a crutch, a staving against depression, and a mental savior. The flow of words is the flow of life. I wrote most of this late the other night when I should have been reading.
So, my reading plan for this year is simple--what it takes to get me there...
--Rusty Brown, after finishing The Recognitions
--Finnegans Wake again, after reading Finn Fordham and the rest of Tatsuo Hamada: Understanding Finnegans Wake
--Malazan again, after reading Erikson's "Deconstructing the Siege of Pale Aftermath Scene"
--Side trips into Emily Dickinson, Giles Goat-Boy, Ross Macdonald, Javier Marías, Malcolm Fox, Shakespeare...
--Mason & Dixon and Against the Day again, after Occupy Pynchon
Anything beyond these is gravy.
Thinking about the reading is not the reading.
Reading is not the thinking; it is the being.
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