Day one of my challenge
Off to an auspicious start, and began the great work by Cervantes, it's pitiful that i've not yet read it all, neither a whole slew of classics. Aye indeed this challenge will right some of the many wrongs my slackness bred over the years of my spotty reading life. Other thick volumes i want to get to soon are Montaigne's Essays, Rabelais' Pantagruel and Gargantua, Rebecca West's Yugoslavia book, Robert Musil's The Man Without Qualities, and Oswald Spengler's The Decline of the West. For Don Quixote i want to try to finish it by the end of this month, so 16 days @ about 50 pages a day for a 940 page edition, translated by Edith Grossman, which is the most highly lauded english translation. Before i die i'd like to read it at least once more from perhaps the Penguin Classics.
When i reach 100 i'll share a list, but during the challenge i may through the enthusiastical vessels blurt out stuff like this just for fun. It's like this my friends and colleagues, that it's the end of the world and i survived, with the whole of literature to enjoy, only also i can time travel to a time when others existed, and this is what the internet is, but it's important for me to not get totally sucked into that parallel universe of others, but stick to the printed word as the really real reality. The suspension of disbelief has to be thorough, for maximal enjoyment, i garnish my thoughts with a developing philosophy of escapism that inverts the division of fact and fiction, fiction is fact, and fact is over, fact has just had a grande funeral, and is recorded in the new fact, which was hitherto known as fiction.
When i reach 100 i'll share a list, but during the challenge i may through the enthusiastical vessels blurt out stuff like this just for fun. It's like this my friends and colleagues, that it's the end of the world and i survived, with the whole of literature to enjoy, only also i can time travel to a time when others existed, and this is what the internet is, but it's important for me to not get totally sucked into that parallel universe of others, but stick to the printed word as the really real reality. The suspension of disbelief has to be thorough, for maximal enjoyment, i garnish my thoughts with a developing philosophy of escapism that inverts the division of fact and fiction, fiction is fact, and fact is over, fact has just had a grande funeral, and is recorded in the new fact, which was hitherto known as fiction.
