In an impulsive half-hour, I ordered enough reading material to keep me busy for the next eight months. It started with an innocuous request from my wife to pick up a DVD she fancied, but that persuasive devil,
robin_d_laws, had posted something about
Maldoror, which seemed my cup of weird, so I added that.
Then I added
Moravagine and
2666 because I couldn't stop from clicking the "also purchased" links, and they looked intriguing. And then I added the
Collected Fictions of Jorge Luis Borges because I realized I don't own the copy I have on hand and must return it. And then I ordered The Master and Margarita, because I meant to order it a couple of years ago and balked for no good reason. And then I added
The Road, because I want to read it before I see it. And then I ordered
a bunch of Faulkner because I didn't give him a fair shake when I was in college. And then I ordered
In Search of Lost Time because 50 is my next life goal and I'm hoping that I, too, am a late bloomer.
And then I realized I was hurting the budget and stopped, but now I have a big pile of presumably fascinating books and don't know where to start. This does not include the Furst I'm "reading" on audio while walking the dog, or the trashy thriller I picked up on a lark this weekend.
But where do I begin?