Which book are you reading now? Volume X

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I've read Belgarath the Sorcerer by David & Leigh Eddings something like five times in 12 or 13 years, but not quite 40+, no!
 
I felt like reading something mindless, so I'm going into Dan Simmons - Ilium again. Fun way to take a load off. I like Shakespeare better than Keats, anyway. :p
 
False Memory by Dean Koontz. Very good so far.
 
Finished Power: Why Some Have It and Others Don't by Jeffrey Pfeffer. It was so so.

Just began a translation of some of Plutarch's biographies. Should be a good one!
 
Ok, I've added Hezbollah by Augustus Norton into my research mix. Good backgrounder with all the other more indepth stuff I'm reading at the same time :/
 
Ok, I've added Hezbollah by Augustus Norton into my research mix. Good backgrounder with all the other more indepth stuff I'm reading at the same time :/

Aren't you supposed to be researching Aum Shinrikyo?
 
Aren't you supposed to be researching Aum Shinrikyo?

I'm doing a duel comparison of religious terrorism. I also bought Religious Violence in Contemporary Japan: The Case of Aum Shinrikyo by Ian Reader which apprntly is THE tome for those studying Aum.

I also plunked down some money for The Gun by C.J. Chivers. It's about the history the AK-47. Yea, yet more research. It is a group project but I can't count on my team to actually do anything.

Hopefully after all this I will be a passable writer!
 
I like Shakespeare better than Keats, anyway. :p

Go read enough of each until you rescind this statement that suggests pleasure at the prospect of having to pick one over the other, you Bloom sycophant ;)
 
As for me: various poems, especially those found in the link in my signature
 
Go read enough of each until you rescind this statement that suggests pleasure at the prospect of having to pick one over the other, you Bloom sycophant ;)
Never read Bloom's stuff, actually. I just got bored reading Endymion, is all. :p The Keats work, not the Simmons one. :mischief:
 
Never read Bloom's stuff, actually. I just got bored reading Endymion, is all. :p The Keats work, not the Simmons one. :mischief:

Here's enough Bloom to last you a week.

Harold Bloom said:
Shakespeare, precisely because he is the only authentic multicultural writer, demonstrated that our modish multiculturalism is a lie, a mask for mediocrity and for the thought-control academic police, the Gestapo of our campuses. Each time I make the mistake of glancing at the Yale Weekly Bulletin, I shudder to see that the dean of Yale College has appointed yet another subdean to minister to the supposed cultural interests of another identity club: ethnic, racial, linguistic, with gender and erotic subsets. Shakespeare, performed and read in every country (with the sporadic exception of France, most xenophobic of cultures), is judged by audiences of every race and language to have put them upon the stage. Shakespeare's power has nothing to do with Eurocentrism, maleness, Christianity, or Elizabethan-Jacobean social energies. No one else so combined cognitive strength, originality, dramatic guile, and linguistic florabundance as virtually to reinvent the human, and Shakespeare is therefore the best battlefield upon which to fight the rabblement of Resenters. Our multiculturalists are reductionists; the 1996 volume actually is asserting: "Our bad poets are just as good as your bad poets." Shakespeare, pragmatically the true multiculturalist, is the least reductive of all writers; his men and women never invite us to believe that when we know the worst about them, then we know exactly who they are. Emerson, in Representative Men, caught this best:


Shakespeare is as much out of the category of eminent authors, as he is out of the crowd. He is inconceivably wise; the others, conceivably. A good reader can, in a sort, nestle into Plato's brain, and think from thence, but not into Shakespeare's. We are still out of doors. For executive faculty, for creation, Shakespeare is unique. No man can imagine it better. He was the farthest reach of subtlety compatible with an individual self,--the subtilest of authors, and only just within the possibility of authorship. With this wisdom of life, is the equal endowment of imaginative and of lyric power. He clothed the creatures of his legend with form and sentiments, as if they were people who had lived under his roof; and few real men have left such distinct characters as these fictions. And they spoke in language as sweet as it was fit. Yet his talents never seduced him into an ostentation, nor did he harp on one string. An omnipresent humanity coordinates all his faculties. Give a man of talents a story to tell, and his partiality will presently appear. He has certain observations, opinions, topics, which have some accidental prominence, and which he disposes all to exhibit. He crams this part, and starves that other part, consulting not the fitness of the thing, but his fitness and strength. But Shakespeare has no peculiarity, no importunate topic; but all is duly given; no veins, no curiosities; no cow-painter, no bird-fancier, no mannerist is he: he has no discoverable egotism: the great he tells greatly; the small, subordinately. He is wise without emphasis or assertion; he is strong, as nature is strong, who lifts the land into mountain slopes without effort, and by the same rule as she floats a bubble in the air, and likes as well to do the one as the other. This makes that equality of power in farce, tragedy, narrative, and love-songs; a merit so incessant, that each reader is incredulous of the perception of other readers.

That's right dude. Shakespeare predicted Keats just as he predicted YOU.
 
Metro 2033. I don't normally read books, but when I do, I prefer post apocalyptic. (Yay Dos Equis reference!)
 
Towards Economic Democracy in the Netherlands Indies - G. H. C. Hart:
Indonesia - Legge.
 
David Schimmelpenninck van der Oye - Toward the Rising Sun: Russian Ideologies of Empire and the Path to War with Japan
 
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