book thread

started on The Perks of Being a Wallflower, while waiting for the William Gibson Bridge trilogy. This book isn't bad, i relate myself too much.
 
i finished the count of monte cristo, which was a good book, but sort of like les miserables in a sense where i find myself asking "does it really need this many adaptations?"
i next listened to albert camus' the stranger. which i liked. and i sort of found the two books comparable in a sense where both protagonists found themselves in prison and also contemplating the spectacle of public execution
there's odd parallels i find in the two...

today i finished sylvia plath's the bell jar. i related a bit too much to the stress of good grades and school and the "why do you do things your way" shit but it's easier for me to tell people to fuck off than it was for her, i feel
 
i finished the count of monte cristo, which was a good book, but sort of like les miserables in a sense where i find myself asking "does it really need this many adaptations?"
i next listened to albert camus' the stranger. which i liked. and i sort of found the two books comparable in a sense where both protagonists found themselves in prison and also contemplating the spectacle of public execution
there's odd parallels i find in the two...

today i finished sylvia plath's the bell jar. i related a bit too much to the stress of good grades and school and the "why do you do things your way" shit but it's easier for me to tell people to fuck off than it was for her, i feel
Which of those 3 books - The Count of Monte Cristo, The Stranger, The Bell Jar - would you recommend?
 
currently halfway through a horror book called the midwives by duncan ralston
it's about a small conservative island community that is ran by a coven of elderly baby-eating witches
so, because the island doesn't have a hospital of its own these elderly women are present for all the births on the island (at home, ofc) n use their glamour magic to fake baby death n then carry the actually alive baby off to a sacrifice circle n eat the baby raw

halfway through n one of the witches was too sick to attend the baby eating ritual so one of the other witches brought her a tupperware of baby meat with herbs (what do you think baby meat would go well with? i'm betting a sprig of rosemary) and the unsuspecting island visitor who feels suspicious but doesn't know about the coven has to go return the tupperware n the witch there can read thoughts so she knows this liberal working-woman outsider has had an abortion n when she goes to the bathroom the witch makes her hallucinate a baby in the toilet n when she comes out she's like "flushed another one down, eh?" so basically it's a beautiful book 10/10
 
I haven't read fine literature with any consistency for almost a year or so now. I hate where I live and I'm losing my focus to do anything. I did however recently begin reading Harassment Architecture and it's just farce and socially objectionable to keep me going.
 
after the midwives i listened to ginzburg's the cheese and the worms which is mostly composed of the inquisition transcripts of a man named menocchio who believed in god just a little bit too differently so the catholic church imprisoned n tortured him
for a long time my favorite historical torture method was the strappado, but the transcripts state that's what they did to him n he was begging for mercy n now i kinda feel like the strappado has been ruined for me. i like menocchio

after that i listened to african samurai, which is about yasuke, the 6 ft black dude who went with the jesuit to japan n got hired on by nobunaga. love hearing about the catholic church child trafficking (better to sell japan's war orphans to chinese christian's for sexual abuse than to leave them in their home country as pagans). interesting book. i liked hearing about the asian pirate fleets n how they consisted of portuguese, african, chinese, and japanese people...

after that i listened to secondhand time which was oral history from random citizens about the collapse of the soviet union. nice mix of "we just wanted salami n blue jeans" "they murdered my azerbaijani husband because i was armenian and i fled to moscow" "my daughter was murdered in chechnya" "i made a lot of money smuggling stuff in from italy"

over 90 books now this yr

listening to meditations by aurelius
 
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Thought you meant this guy before I realized I'm retarded and they have two different names
yeh there's a lot of different ppl of moderate importance with gintzburg/ginzberg/ginzburg name

how's the harpo book coming along? you finish it?

i ended my brief classics break and listened to bridge to terabithia today. it was good n sad, exactly as it should be.
tomorrow i'm listening to the island of dr moreau
 
dr moreau is a furfag

i am listening to pg wodehouse's love among the chickens
so far the pov man, who is sadly acquainted with someone impulsive like me, and he gets swindled into starting a chicken farm near the coast in england
so they get a ton of random chickens but the farm's not set up for them yet so they're chasing these chickens around and there's a hen who's rude and eats food n refuses to lay eggs and it's very on brand and i love it
 
yeh there's a lot of different ppl of moderate importance with gintzburg/ginzberg/ginzburg name

how's the harpo book coming along? you finish it?

i ended my brief classics break and listened to bridge to terabithia today. it was good n sad, exactly as it should be.
tomorrow i'm listening to the island of dr moreau
I finished it yeah

Probably my favorite autobiography/memoir. It ends with his wife and his son writing some stuff about him, which was very bittersweet. His wife wrote a book, and I believe his son might have, so I may read those in the future.

Recently watched Monkey Business with a friend, and it's very funny.

I know for a fact that I owned a copy of Bridge to Terabithia, but I never read it for some reason.

Gonna re-read The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents at some point, but I haven't been reading much for a while now.
 
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