It’s never fun to go back to work after a three-day holiday weekend even if you do like your job. Work just gets in the way of reading. A necessary evil I guess until I win the lottery jackpot, which still hasn’t happened in case you are wondering. Not for lack of trying on my part!
I finished two books and started four. That’s fuzzy math so it totally works. In fact, my whole bookish life is an example of fuzzification. My book piles regularly employ fuzzy geometry in order to remain upright. My book reading and buying and library hold placement operates on fuzzy logic. All this tends to produce fuzzy relations, especially with people who are not bookish or have difficulty with high order fuzzy math. My cats are fuzzy too. As are my slippers, which I wore quite a lot over the weekend since it was cold and rainy.
Are you curious what books I started reading? I am always happy to tell.
One of the four is The Leopard by Giuseppe di Lampedusa. I’m reading on a deadline with this one because it is the Slaves group read. Discussion is set for June 8th. I didn’t mean to start it so late, but thank goodness it reads pretty fast. I am already 100 pages in. I am enjoying it very much especially since I got to exchange my cloudy skies for the hot, blue skies of Palermo, Italy, even if it was only in my imagination.
The second of the four is The Crisis of the European Mind 1680-1715 by Paul Hazard. It is an intellectual history. It is the April book in my NYRB Classics subscription. I was worried it might be a bit dry but Hazard has such an engaging voice. He’s sort of like a friendly professor who is really passionate about his subject and wants you to be too. Hazard, he likes the exclamation marks and even is a little funny from time to time.
Number three book is Place and Placelessness by E. Relph. The book was published in 1976 and Relph, a geographer, is wondering why no one in his field has taken up an examination of place. So he’s doing it. And a fine job he is doing thus far. The purpose of the book, as he explains, is “to explore place as a phenomenon of the geography of the lived-world of our everyday experiences.” Hmm, it doesn’t sound all that fascinating written out like that, but it is. Geography has never been so interesting.
Book the fourth is The Selected Poems of Edward Thomas. I’ve only read a handful of the poems but so far reading them is very much like reading his essays in One Green Field. I feel like I should go buy myself a pair of wellies in order to go tramping through the meadow with him. Is it scandalous that I don’t have any wellies already? With my gardening and the melty, muddy springs we have here you’d think I would have some. But my garden is small and I don’t tramp in it, generally, when it is raining. And living in a city, well, sidewalks are a modern marvel as are water resistant snow boots which also have the added benefit of keeping my feet warm as well as dry. Still, to keep my gardener cred intact, I should probably invest in some wellies sometime. Bright yellow maybe? Or a psychedelic color pattern? Maybe staying traditional would be better? Can’t go wrong with plain black. Understated, elegant, and never goes out of style.
There are the four books I began. What two books did I finish? Oh, you will see posts on those in the next few days. But to give a hint, I have mentioned both of them on several different occasions, which pretty much gives nothing at all away.