A short post to tell you what I’m reading before I dive back into my books:
- Gravity’s Rainbow. Yeah. Sometimes I feel like I’m “reading” it. I get it in sections, and then in others, I’m lost. Mostly, I get or eventually get what’s going on in small scenes, but the larger picture is hard to put together. If you asked me to summarize what it’s about, I would say something about World War II, rockets, psychic phenomena, paranoia, and then I’d trail off. I’m reading it very slowly, maybe 10-20 pages at a time, and I’m mostly enjoying the challenge. I don’t mind not really getting it as long as I’m not the only one, which I’m quite sure is the case.
- Jane Carlyle’s letters in I Too Am Here. These continue to be a delight. The letters are organized not chronologically, but by subject, which means you get to read about a particular aspect in some depth, but you don’t get as strong a sense of the sweep of her life. This is fine by me, as learning about her biography wasn’t my reason for picking up the book. I just finished a section on Jane’s letters about her servants, which were fascinating. Let’s just say that Jane strongly felt she had a servant problem.
- David Markson’s Epitaph for a Tramp, soon to be followed by Epitaph for a Dead Beat. I’ve read one of Markson’s experimental novels, Wittgenstein’s Mistress, and so I was curious to see if his detective novels were similar at all. They are not. They are straightforward hardboiled detective novels, and are tremendous fun. The writing is witty and amusing, and it’s clear that Markson was having fun with the genre.