2011 Reading #47: Fugitive Days: A Memoir by Bill Ayers
Books 1-10.
Books 11-20.
Books 21-30.
Books 31-40.
41. The Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien.
42. Tales from Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin.
43. The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer.
44. Noise by Darin Bradley.
45. The Night Gardener by George Pelecanos.
46. The Other Wind by Ursula K. Le Guin.
47. Fugitive Days: A Memoir by Bill Ayers. I'm behind on these, although not as far as you might think; I haven't posted a book report in about three weeks, but I've only got four books backlogged. I kept thinking I'd come up with something to say about this one, but I haven't, really; I found it a bit pretentious and largely uninteresting, really, since Ayers mostly talks around the activities of the Weather Underground and the way they got to where they did. In reading about the radical groups of the late sixties and early seventies, it's been my experience that most of the memoirs are not terribly good; Jane Alpert's Growing Up Underground is the only exception I've come across so far, because it didn't suffer from the sort of arrested development that this memoir and others seem to.
Books 11-20.
Books 21-30.
Books 31-40.
41. The Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien.
42. Tales from Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin.
43. The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer.
44. Noise by Darin Bradley.
45. The Night Gardener by George Pelecanos.
46. The Other Wind by Ursula K. Le Guin.
47. Fugitive Days: A Memoir by Bill Ayers. I'm behind on these, although not as far as you might think; I haven't posted a book report in about three weeks, but I've only got four books backlogged. I kept thinking I'd come up with something to say about this one, but I haven't, really; I found it a bit pretentious and largely uninteresting, really, since Ayers mostly talks around the activities of the Weather Underground and the way they got to where they did. In reading about the radical groups of the late sixties and early seventies, it's been my experience that most of the memoirs are not terribly good; Jane Alpert's Growing Up Underground is the only exception I've come across so far, because it didn't suffer from the sort of arrested development that this memoir and others seem to.