Archibald Nixon
anti-life coach
After I FINALLY finish the 20-book Aubrey-Maturin series soon, I'm at a loss, although I have no shortage of unread books on the shelves. The most promising/likely:
Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. Heinlein. Another classic that's been on the back burner for way too long.
Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson. Heard much about this and of his other works; been told this is the one to start with.
There's a lot of science fiction I need to catch up on. As for the rest:
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. May as well plow through it and see what the fuss is about. Might start with something smaller of hers first, but I do plan to read it at some point.
For Whom the Bell Tolls / Death in the Afternoon by Ernest Hemingway. Can't decide which...might depend on how much machismo I feel I need a shot of.
Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace. His untimely death a couple months ago reignited my curiosity about him, and this gigantic book has been challenging me like Everest.
The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon. Another supposed postmodern masterpiece I've been meaning to get to, like, forever.
H.P. Lovecraft: A Life (biography) by S.T. Joshi. I read an earlier, somewhat perfunctory bio --this one looks better in every way but it's a tome, even by biography standards. My interest in Lovecraft ebbs and flows as well; I fear I'll lose interest before I'm through.
The Rise & Fall of the Third Reich by William L. Shirer. I badly need to brush up on my history, but again: a tome, not to mention depressing.
Don Quixote by Cervantes. So much literature I've read grows out of this one work that it's been difficult to keep putting it off.
Soul on Ice by Eldridge Cleaver. Always good to get your perspective changed every now and then.
Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. Heinlein. Another classic that's been on the back burner for way too long.
Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson. Heard much about this and of his other works; been told this is the one to start with.
There's a lot of science fiction I need to catch up on. As for the rest:
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. May as well plow through it and see what the fuss is about. Might start with something smaller of hers first, but I do plan to read it at some point.
For Whom the Bell Tolls / Death in the Afternoon by Ernest Hemingway. Can't decide which...might depend on how much machismo I feel I need a shot of.
Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace. His untimely death a couple months ago reignited my curiosity about him, and this gigantic book has been challenging me like Everest.
The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon. Another supposed postmodern masterpiece I've been meaning to get to, like, forever.
H.P. Lovecraft: A Life (biography) by S.T. Joshi. I read an earlier, somewhat perfunctory bio --this one looks better in every way but it's a tome, even by biography standards. My interest in Lovecraft ebbs and flows as well; I fear I'll lose interest before I'm through.
The Rise & Fall of the Third Reich by William L. Shirer. I badly need to brush up on my history, but again: a tome, not to mention depressing.
Don Quixote by Cervantes. So much literature I've read grows out of this one work that it's been difficult to keep putting it off.
Soul on Ice by Eldridge Cleaver. Always good to get your perspective changed every now and then.