Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Proposed Summer Reading and A Random Question
The official Books of Summer 2010 are:
George Gissing's Demos. My Victorian lit for the summer.
Scarlett Thomas's The End of Mr. Y. I love some quantum physics in my fiction. Just started it last night.
J.C. Hallman's In Utopia. Advanced proofs; it's being published in August.
Jean Stafford's The Mountain Lion. NYRB is republishing this over the summer; I'm making do with an older University of New Mexico edition rescued from Compact Shelving.
Dorothy Canfield's The Home-Maker and Leonard Woolf's The Wise Virgins. Still more rescues from Compact Shelving instead of those nice Persephone editions everyone else has been reading.
J.G. Farrell's Troubles. I'm a little worried it'll get recalled before I get it read, but maybe no one else at the university is interested in the Lost Booker.
James Joyce's Ulysses. W. and I intend to have this finished by Labor Day. (I'm currently in the Circe chapter.)
Rebecca West's This Real Night. For my too-long-neglected Rebecca West project.
Wallace Stegner's The Big Rock Candy Mountain.
J.D. Hallman's The Hospital for Bad Poets.
Mary Lee Settle's Know Nothing.
Doris Lessing's The Sweetest Dream.
Doris Betts' The Scarlet Thread.
Maggie O'Farrell's The Hand that First Held Mine. Review copy.
Tom Rachman's The Imperfectionists.
Julie Orringer's The Invisible Bridge. My most recent purchase.
Justin Cronin's The Passage.
Wendy Moffat's A Great Unrecorded History: A New Life of E.M. Forster.
And my random question: Are there any extroverts who prefer character over plot in their reading? I know some introverts who prefer plot over character, but I can't come up with any extroverted acquaintances who prefer riding a character's thought waves over watching the character pick up the surfboard and head to the beach.
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