Last night, I had a dream about Thomas Pynchoon's opus Gravity's Rainbow. Not even about the happenings of the literary work but rather, about the book itself. I have been reading a lot lately but I didn't think I had been reading that much. So far this year I have finished 7 books, and am currently working on Ayn Rand's tome Atlas Shrugged. It is definitely a laborious read but I absolutely loved her earlier work The Fountainhead which I had read earlier in January. I can't say I agree with her philosophy but she is such a wordsmith and a has a sort of very industrial prose that is rather unique. Earlier in the week, I had been discussing Atlas Shrugged with a friend and I compared her to Trent Reznor. A far-fetch analogy I know, but still what he is to music I feel she is to literature. So rarely do we read about the grandiose glory of industrial America. Most writers perceive as a monstrous anomaly with which only greed is spewed. To each their own I suppose but I find the change of pace refreshing. And the books I've completed thus far this year are as follows:
Books Read in 2010:
1) Ayn Rand - The Fountainhead
2) Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451
3) Kurt Vonnegut - Jailbird
4) Kurt Vonnegut - God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian
5) Jack Kerouac - On The Road
6) Stephen Jay Gould - Bully for Brontosaurus
7) Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray
Hopefully sooner rather than later I get through Atlas Shrugged.
Cheers.
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