June 7th, 2005
Well, boldmoves asked, and that makes it a matter of holy honor.
1. Total number of books owned?
Fuck. A lot. Now, I'm talking just the straight-up book books, here, strictly non-comics stuff. If they were organized, I could count them. They're so totally not. More than ten. Less than 1,000. Quite possibly more than I could ever consider reading in this lifetime.
2. The Last Book(s) I bought:
The last one I can distinctly remember buying is The Thackery T. Lambshead Pocket Guide to Eccentric & Discredited Diseases, by a whole bunch of people.
3. The Last Book(s) I read:
Christ, I don't think I've actually finished one in some time. The ones I'm working on include:
4. Books that mean a lot to me:
- I Am Charlotte Simmons, by Tom Wolfe. It was 50% off, so I don't feel too guilty about it. So far, it's not too bad, but after seeing Madagascar, I'm going to have trouble reading it with a straight face.
- A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again, by David Foster Wallace, whose titular essay I reread three or four times a year.
- Running With Scissors, by Augusten Burroughs. I started it and it was going fairly well, but then I decided I would prefer to pretend I lived in a world where people such as those contained therein are drowned at nativity. I'm sure I'll get back to it someday, but the whole thing left me with a strong desire for a shower and/or a flamethrower.
- Positively Fifth Street, by James McManus. This was chugging along well for me, but something shiny must have caught my eye and I've since lost interest (or at least momentum).
- Destination: Morgue! L.A. Tales, by James Ellroy. I love Ellroy, but his stuff is like reading a Gatling gun, so this one got put aside for a while.
- Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, by J.K. Rowling. I decided I needed a refresher before Book 6 came out, so I read Book 4 (Aha! One I finished!) and started into this one, but I grew disinterested in reading the pages in standard linear order. Still, I've got until mid-July, so I'll finish it eventually.
I'll leave it to you to figure out why these books mean something (or, if you see me in person, you can ask). In no particular order:
5. Tag 5 people to complete this:
- Generation X and
- MicroSerfs, by Douglas Coupland.
- Sacrifice, by Andrew Vachss.
- Candide, by Voltaire.
- Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72, by Hunter S. Thompson.
- American Tabloid and
- The Cold Six Thousand, by James Ellroy.
- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams.
- Mefisto in Onyx, by Harlan Ellison.
- Trainspotting, by Irvine Welsh.
- Towing Jehovah, by James Morrow.
- The Snarkout Boys and the Avocado of Death, by Daniel Pinkwater.
- Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, by Roald Dahl.
- Wonder Boys, by Michael Chabon.
- The Silence of the Lambs, by Thomas Harris.
- The Drunken Driver Has the Right of Way, by Ethan Coen.
bdar, davesanngel, babyrome, adickers, aaaand, let's go with duck2ducks. (It was either him or apollothedog.)
Of course you loved Candide. You and Voltaire, my favorite snarky motherfuckers.