A year ago in the briefest of lines, I began keeping a list of the books I’ve digested… burp.
What remains, here, are some that for various reasons had a profound effect on me at the time and when I think of them, I remember, ‘oh, yes…’ where I was, the pages, words, some lines, as if rather than I reading the book, some of me was unravelled and is left there, strung and tangled around letters and bindings.
What is sad I think, is I haven’t read more, and more widely, and that so many words which have moved me come from books I have yet to read, snippets and a few caught paragraphs. Oh I need someone to indulge me my addiction.
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Well perhaps satisfied the last need a little… but… At very least I need to join the library around the corner (and a bit) which has a vast quantity of the kind of books I like in English. Still, I prefer to own, so I can sprinkle crumbs, smear peanut butter, and dribble coffee on the pages with impunity.
judith butler – undoing gender
iain banks – the business
julia serano – whipping girl
anne fausto-sterling- sexing the body
rosanne klass – land of the high flags
afghanistan – louis dupree
liao yiwu – the corpse walker
harriet evans – the subject of gender
leslie feinburg – stone butch blues
william gibson – pattern recognition
iain m banks – feersum endjinn
walter benjamin – berlin childhood around 1900