1. Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy. I finished it a few days ago. It left me heartbroken. The atheism of the series will most likely be bowdlerized in
the forthcoming film, which is a shame. These are three of the most spiritual books I've ever read.
2. Mathematics Elsewhere by Marcia Ascher. Ascher only makes a half-assed attempt to appeal to lay readers, so I had to skip over most of the technical stuff. Still, this book is jet fuel for the anthropological imagination. I wish someone had told me in high school that mathematics could be like this, that it can be about people, not just charts and graphs. (
Read Piman's review of the book that he wrote a few months back, which is how the book ended up on my wishlist in the first place.)
3. L'été meurtrier ("The Killer Summer" or something) by
Sebastien Japrisot. It is a testament to Japrisot's skill that I didn't just give up after a hundred pages or so - reading what amounts to a thriller in French can be frustrating when you have to look up two new words per paragraph. Nevertheless, a fun read. Un long dimanche de fiançailles is next in the Japrisot parade - I'm anxious to see which of his baffling narrative techniques they had to flatten in order to
bring the book to the big screen. (I did like the movie quite a bit, btw.)
4. Apparently, Chomsky and his Minimalist Program friends now think that the only human capacity specific to language is recursion. In
this paper (warning: MS Word document, slightly technical but lots of fun), Steven Pinker and Ray Jackendoff offer a convincing rebuttal. I'm not a big Pinker fan, but it is satisfying to see him so soundly refute the gross simplifications of his mentor.