As I read books, I stop every few chapters and write about them before the memory inevitably fades. Most of the books I read, but not all, are novels. As I finish each one either I archive it according to when it was first published (fiction) or not (non-fiction).
The name is taken from Philip K Dick’s short story We Can Remember It For You Wholesale, later adapted for the cinema in Paul Verhoeven’s Total Recall. At the centre of the story is the unreliability of memory. And, in the case of the movie, graphic violence.
What I’m reading now:
In Search of Lost Time 1: Swann’s Way – Marcel Proust (on hold)
2666 – Roberto Bolaño (on hold)
Infinite Jest – David Foster Wallace
Nicholas Nickleby – Charles Dickens
La Bête Humaine – Émile Zola
Effi Briest – Theodor Fontane
Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
Beware of Pity (Ungeduld des Herzens) – Stefan Zweig
Zero K – Don DeLillo
Satin Island – Tom McCarthy
Best recent read:
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man – James Joyce