I’m afraid I’ve been a little stuck for post ideas lately. I have a few ideas in mind, but all of them require lots of research and finishing lengthy books, so those will be long in coming. In the meantime, I give you a smattering of random thoughts on my current reads. Please excuse this very lazy post.
1: The October Country by Ray Bradbury
I received this book as a birthday present, and given that my birthday was in February, it’s taking me quite a while to finish it. But that’s not for lack of interest: I’ve read eleven of the nineteen short stories it contains and throughout all of them, I have been alternately terrified of and awed by Mr. Bradbury. I think this collection might even outrank The Illustrated Man in my esteem.
2: Richard III by William Shakespeare
I suppose I can hardly call this a “current read”; I haven’t touched it in weeks. Nevertheless, I started it and I intend to finish it before moving on to anymore Shakespeare (even though Othello looks interesting at the moment).
This is my third Shakespeare play, the first two being Hamlet and The Merchant of Venice. In retrospect, I really wish Hamlet hadn’t been my introduction to Shakespeare because now, all of his other plays pale in comparison. Not that I dislike Richard III, it just hasn’t taken hold of me the same way Hamlet or The Merchant of Venice did. Perhaps if Richard III was at the center of a big free speech vs. censorship controversy, I would take more interest in it. 😉
3: Trigger Warning by Neil Gaiman
After hearing several of my favorite bloggers rave about Gaiman, and after reading a few of his short stories here and there online, I decided that I had to buy this book. So far, I’ve read the opening poem, “Making a Chair,” and the first three short stories, “A Lunar Labyrinth,” “The Thing About Cassandra,” and “Down to a Sunless Sea.” I can’t say that I liked any of them overmuch (despite the fact that Gaiman’s writing voice is as mellifluous as his speaking voice), but having liked some of his other work, I expect to have a change of heart about this book before I reach the end of it.
4: The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Dostoyevsky has been near the top of my list of authors I want to try for a long time. Since starting this book, though, I realized that I might have repeated with Dostoyevsky the very thing I regretted doing with Shakespeare: reading the author’s best and weightiest work before I’ve read anything else by him. It’s too late now, though. I’m invested.
5: Lots of poetry
I’ve been trying lately to read more new poets (poets who are new to me, that is), but somehow, I always end up returning to the same tried-and-true authors: Edgar Allan Poe (an absolute genius), W. H. Auden (my favorite poet), and sometimes, Lord Tennyson (my first love). I’ve also tried to read some of T. S. Eliot’s work recently; so far, I have understood none of it except for “The Naming of Cats.” Needless to say, I’m not much of a fan of Eliot and his crew (save Ezra Pound).
What have you been reading? Have you read any of the works I mentioned above? If so, what did you think of them? Let me know in the comments!