Lilya Brik shouting "Books"
Just came back from the bookstore and while there, looked through the journals of Allen Ginsberg. In some of his entries, he wrote down lists of books he wanted to read or had read during particular months. I thought it was neat. As the winter break approaches, here are the books piled next to my bed:
Go Tell It on the Mountain – James Baldwin
Naked Lunch – William S. Burroughs
Mother Courage and Her Children – Bertolt Brecht
Waiting for Godot – Samuel Beckett
Dubliners – James Joyce
Lawyerland – Lawrence Joseph
The Sonnets – Ted Berrigan
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror – John Ashbery
The Vintage Book of Contemporary World Poetry – edited by J. D. McClatchy
Overcoming Law – Richard Posner
Discipline & Punishment – Michel Foucault
History of Sexuality: An Introduction (Volume I) – Michel Foucault
The Road to Serfdom – F. A. Hayek
The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism – Max Weber
The Wordly Philosophers: The Lives, Times, and Ideas of the Great Economic Thinkers – Robert L. Heilbroner
No Logo – Naomi Klein
The Bretheren: Inside the Supreme Court – Bob Woodward & Scott Armstrong
A Life of H. L. A. Hart: The Nightmare and the Noble Dream – Nicola Lacey
My First Summer in the Sierra – John Muir
Jazz: A History of America’s Music – Geoffrey C. Ward & Ken Burns
There’s no way in God’s good name that I can finish all these books in 3 weeks. But if I could get through most them, I will be impressed. Next semester, no matter what, I have to read at least one book in conjunction with my reading for school. Can a man ask for anything more than some precious time to himself?
Currently listening to: Joy Division – Unknown Pleasures