I cannot lift my left arm, my neck creaks at odd angles, my eyes are foggy and tearing, my right hand shakes, and my feet are swollen. Perfect! So I’ll be ready to sit all day at my desk reading.
This may be the last month I select a specific reading list. There are too many long and difficult books to read and too many “entertainments” calling out to me: Richardson, Rabelais, Connelly, Gardner … and add to that the mind-numbing effects of the NFL and the Cooking Channel.
Fact is, I’m thinking of reading Robert Burton’s The Anatomy of Melancholy which I’ve traditionally projected as the last book I would ever read.
But for now, I have these fascinating titles selected for this last month of the year:
- The Pregnant Widow — Martin Amis
- 2666 — Roberto Bolaño
- Running with Scissors — Augusten Burroughs
- Dusklands — J. M. Coetzee
- The Closers — Michael Connelly
- Going For a Beer — Robert Coover
- Varieties of Disturbance: Stories – Lydia Davis
- The Stone Monkey — Jeffrey Deaver
- Widows — Ariel Dorfman
- The Singapore Grip – J. G. Farrell
- The Evening and the Morning — Ken Follett
- Junkyard Dogs — Craig Johnson
- The Iliad of Homer — Richard Lattimore
- The Neighborhood — Mario Vargas Llosa
- Robert B. Parker’s Stone’s Throw — Mike Lupica
- The Ballad of the Sad Café: And Other Stories — Carson McCullers
- Pursuit: A Novel of Suspense — Joyce Carol Oates
- The Affirmation — Christopher Priest
- The Fugitive — Marcel Proust
- In the First Circle – Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn