Whittled down...

Things have been quiet here. i've been equator-hopping and skipping through Lolita again in faraway airports and thinking that if i write about it, all that will be accomplished is i'll realise i don't know enough synonyms for awesome. Reading and then instantly re-reading it (because it's that jizzworthy) has put me into a state of Barthesian jouissance*. All I want to do is quote Nabokov into the ether. But to say, 'Look! how beautiful! How gorgeously he talks about being a child rapist!' and then roll out a ton of divine Nabokovian sentences wasn't quite the point of what i had imagined as a happy drooling place for alienated lit-otaku. Arse. Maybe I'll indulge myself anyway though...it'll be more fun to read than this drivel.

So, drivelling on, I've whittled down the list of books on the Dusty table. I'll be ransacking these babies at a rate of a little more than one a month. With you (plural). Hopefully.

July: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao - Junot Díaz

August: Oblivion - David Foster Wallace

September: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love - Raymond Carver

October: The End of Mr Y - Scarlett Thomas

November: The City & The City - China Mieville

December: The Fortress of Solitude - Jonathan Lethem

These 6 books promise to be quality literature - "qualit lit" as the Americans say. The Junot Díaz and China Mieville ones have received tons of praise in recent months. All are highly recommended and you won't be wasting your time! I'm hoping 3 weeks for each, but we'll see how it goes. If you're up for joining in with reading and discussing even just one of these, that'd be sweet.