I ‘ve just finished re-reading the above. It’s Very Good.
It makes me simultaneously very happy and very sad. Very sad that Terry is dead, and I’ve read almost everything that he’s written, and very happy that Neil is alive and writing and that I’ve not really read much that he’s written.
I suppose I’m honour bound to go and watch the TV show now, aren’t I? Such hardship in these short lives of ours, I tell you.
 Although, my memory being what it is (about as watertight as British clouds), there are definitely books I could return to and it would be like reading them for the first time.
I just read ‘Sense and Nonsense‘ (in Philosophy: Basic Readings ed. Nigel Warburton) and it really resonated with me. I think it’ll resonate with anyone who’s been reading an overwrought essay – academic or otherwise – and found themselves grinding their teeth and growling ‘what is this person trying to say?’ under their breath. It’s also a nice little manifesto – ‘have something to say and say it as clearly as you can’ is a great aim for any writer.
- Also recommended, though I’m only about 30 pages in.
I’m reading Why read the classics? by Italo Calvino, and it’s good. His joy and enthusiasm for the books he’s talking about is palpable. I like Greek and Roman mythology anyway, but the chapter ‘Ovid and Universal Contiguity’ made me want to drop Calvino (possibly not his intended effect) and rush out and read Metamorphoses instead. Continue reading “Italo Calvino, Classics and Hafez”
I didn’t manage to read enough during Twenty-Seventeen. Including books I re-read, books I began but didn’t finish, and books I read for the first time, I read a paltry thirty-nine books, which was still somehow more than last year. If you subtract the ones I didn’t finish (nine) I still managed more than last year. A miracle. If only I was ten again. I had plenty of time to read then. Out of school, when I should have been asleep, in school, during Maths… Continue reading “The Monster List of Books 2017”