I had an exceptionally good idea for this post. I forgot it. Now you get this.
About two weeks ago I finished reading A Movable Feast. It is by far, my favorite Hemingway book. Everything was cheaper when he was young. It was cheaper when he was old too, but the book wasn’t about him living in Cuba, hunting for U-boats. The book took place in the early twenties or so; in Paris. It wasn’t just cheaper, it was better. Imagine living back then, being able to borrow and buy books for almost nothing; rent dirt cheap. So was booze. And holy crap, he hung out with Fitzgerald.
I read that while I was in the middle of a few books, and I started another one because I left all my other books at home and didn’t feel like spending my train ride reading subway ads and looking at the stupids. Below is an example. People who do this should be shot. Seriously.
Back to the books I’m reading. I’ve been reading Made to Stick for at least a month now. You should check it out. We are all salesman. It took me a while to realize this, but it seems obvious now. A few weeks ago I picked up the mother tongue, by bill bryson, an author I’ve avoided for a long time because he was recommended to me by people who probably eat their own boogers. Lovely people, but booger-eaters nonetheless. As it turns out, it’s a great book and bryson has a writing style that makes the topic fun to read. As to the book I started because I had nothing to read on the train, that one is Founding Faith, by Steven Waldman. I’m only about thirty pages into it; however, they were a great thirty pages. The book discusses “the birth of religious freedom” in the United States. It really is worth picking up, no matter how you feel about the issue. Right before I read A Moveable Feast, I read The Man in the High Castle, which was a huge pain in the ass to read, but worth it. Last is The Little Book, which was a gift from my mom. I’m about six pages into it. Wait, there is one more. I’m almost done reading Metamorphosis again. I got it for my phone, cheap.
Finally, if you read Kant, and enjoyed reading anything he has put to paper, there is something very wrong with you. You know who you are.