Sort Of Progress

Managing to get a reasonable amount of reading done of late. Finished a set of magazines: issues of Prog, The New York Review of Books, Philosophy Now and The Literary Review - thus freeing myself to buy yet another set. I'm holding firm to my resolution not to purchase any new issue of a publication until the previous has been read. It's useful to no longer be a completest; no pesky feelings of guilt over leaving pages unread.

On the fiction front, read a compilation of short stories on the unlikely subject of falling in love, one of my books for teenagers under the Pelican imprint published in the early 80s, title: The Real Thing. Some big name writers of the time: William Trevor, Rosemary Sutcliffe, Rumer Godden, Lyne Reade Banks among others. Don't think something as literary as this would get published in today's market. Can't imagine many teenagers would have enjoyed it all that much back then, though horizons may have been widened.

Just read The Maltese Falcon and Cat's Cradle in their various volumes of the Hammett/Vonnegut Library of America series. Can't imagine any novels being more entertaining, or easier to read. Finished the Vonnegut in less than a day and was surprised how many chunks I vividly remembered from more than four decades ago. Bit worried about the element of nostalgia involved in my reading at the moment, but not enough to change direction. Having too much fun.