All of Matt’s recent new acquisitions have been making me jealous and because of that a trip to Half Price Books is in the offing for this weekend. I realized yesterday, however, that this week hasn’t exactly been acquisitionless. In this house books just seem to appear of their own accord.

A couple of mooched books arrived this week. A copy of Alberto Manguel’s Into the Looking-Glass Wood: Essays on Books, Reading and the World as well as Seduction and Betrayal: Women and Literature by Elizabeth Hardwick. The Slaves of Golconda are discussing Hardwick’s novel Sleepless Nights (which I have not yet acquired) on July 31st. Both are NYRB Classics. I think this means I am officially obsessed with their book list.

I have somehow managed to get my name on a list at Toby Press. Not a bad thing since they publish good books. This week I received a review copy of Wrestling with Angels by John J. Clayton. It is a definitive collection of Clayton’s stories to date. It may prove to be interesting reading when I manage to make time for it. I also received from them a copy of Grub by Elise Blackwell. Her last book, Hunger, which sadly appears to be out of print, was quite good so I have high hopes for this one especially since it’s about three writers trying to make their way in today’s publishing world.

And my Bookman is not a Bookman for nothing. He brought home a copy of John Donne: The Reformed Soul by John Stubbs. Do you know that Stubbs is only 30? The reviews for this book have been pretty darn good. Not bad for such a young whippersnapper. He also brought home a book called Rediscovering Homer: Inside the Origins of the Epic by Andrew Dalby. After reading Bernard Knox’s finely reasoned introduction to the Fagles translation of the Iliad and being in the middle of Knox’s introduction to the Odyssey I feel as though he’s got the right angle on the Homer questions and uncertainties. So when I read the jacket flap to Dalby’s book to discover he takes the view that both epics were entirely oral creations passed down from generation to generation and that Homer lived a very long time before writing was used, I felt my hackles go up because I find myself in the camp that thinks Homer wrote the poems down himself. I told my Bookman that I wasn’t going to read this trash and he laughed at me and said that maybe I should because even if I disagreed with the book it would still be good blogging fodder. Ah, my Bookman, always looking out for me!

That turns out to be quite a lot of books for not even trying. It won’t keep me away from Half Price Books though. Because just think what I might be able to manage when I try!