I love the beginning of summer. In the beginning of summer, I am incredibly motivated. Ok, Rita, I think in the royal plural with which I typically address myself, we have just finished off another excellent year of our education and we will now undertake to become the best person that ever lived. We will read every book and every magazine article we had to pass up during school, on top of, like, everything else important ever written in the last 2,000 years. And we're going to work out and not be a lazy, fat schlub. And we're going to see the city and become spectacular in general. And hot--we're also going to turn hot. In general, in the beginning of summer, I have every intention of completely defying every aspect of my nature.
This desire and drive winds down within a couple weeks as I settle into a routine of sleeping until noon, waking up to read five pages a day of whatever before falling back asleep, eating cereal for lunch, and then sitting online until 9 pm, at which time I occasionally give in to the weight of self-loathing and go out for a run. That's about the time when I start pining for school to start again, and visiting gurl.com regularly.
But this summer will be different. For one thing, I'm only going to be home until Wednesday. For another, I will be all alone in (hopefully) exciting Washington for six weeks. And finally, I will spend the rest of the summer in Hyde Park, where things are dead, but probably not as dead as Skokie, where the median age of the population is like 75 and they are literally, dead. Plus, Alex will be there to hopefully beat me if I start relapsing into sloth-hood.
So, since I'm convinced this summer will be different and I will actually triumph against my evil nature, I've launched into my self-improvement projects with great gusto. I've even created a mental syllabus for my summer reading that requires more than five pages a day. And so, without further ado, my overly ambitious summer reading list:
Eichmann in Jerusalem - Arendt
Fabulous Small Jews - Epstein (greatest title ever, btw)
The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin
title TBD by John Dewey
Thoughts on Machiavelli - Strauss
title TBD by James Thurber
reread The Great Gatsby and undertake another Fitzgerald book
The Road to Serfdom - Hayek
title TBD by Edmund Burke
Additionally, things to read in excerpts because I am undisciplined and LAZY:
On War - Clausewitz
Montaigne's Essays
The Federalist Papers
selected other American history primary source material
selected other American literature (please suggest!)
Also, please suggest some contemporary fiction for me. Less profound is preferable to more profound. I am a heathen.
Right, so this is going to be a fabulous summer!
Or, you know, there's always gurl.com...
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8 comments:
"in to" = into.
thank you.
Contemporary fiction is for sorority girls, Avon ladies and whatever the male version of those things would be.
Except Harry Potter. That's for 11 year olds, like me.
Becky: When?
Pops: I've never read Harry Potter--is that your fiction suggestion?
Hayek is an excellent choice. If you like that, you should move on to his Constitution of Liberty.
Also, don't feel ashamed about reading Clausewitz in excerpts...the last third is well-nigh incoherent because it consists of transcribed notes that he didn't get to revise (like he did for the rest of the work) before his death.
If you like Tom Wolfe, you should also read John Dos Passos' Manhattan Transfer this summer. It's not a bad read time-wise, and you can see the influence of his prose on Wolfe's New Journalism.
Early Harry Potter books (1-3) are good if you're down with junior-detective novels. Later Harry Potter books (4 & 5, presumably the soon-to-be-released 6) are good if you're down with superstar writers whose editors are too intimidated to suggest any cuts. Can also be used as free weights or to stun an attacker.
They're all actually very readable and (for me, anyway) a nice counterweight lightness between bouts of torturing myself with denser stuff.
Also recommended, if you haven't already: Terry Pratchett's Discworld books. There are only about 20 or so thus far. It's like Douglas Adams, except instead of space, it's satire set in genre fantasy.
I'm realizing that all the non-history/philosophy books I read include wizards and pointy hats. I am slightly distressed.
Brian and Pops: Duly noted.
If I may:
MIDDLESEX, by Jeffrey Eugenides
EMPIRE FALLS, by Richard Russo
THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT, by John Steinbeck
All three of these are excellent studies of American society. Otherwise, why not join me in my foray into Philip Roth?
In fact, I was considering re-trying American Pastoral after it was cruelly taken from me two summers ago when I hid it under a chair at the Skokie Library during my lunch break only to return to find it missing.
I read that other book by Eugenides about the sisters who commit suicide. I was underwhelmed. But I'll try the other two.
Good title caps, btw. The Press teaches you well.
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