My grandma, you guys! As I said, she took me out to Barnes & Noble this afternoon and got me many many books. These books:
- Reading the Silver Screen: Introduction to film analysis: a general text to serve as an entrée to books about specific topics (namely, film noir and portrayals of antiquity).
- Cathedrals of the World: A second poppy, picture-heavy book about church architecture – this time in English.
- Classical Gods and Heroes and Tales of Norse Mythology: Serious mythology books to accompany Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes.
- Judaism for Dummies: Because I actually know nothing about Judaism? And that’s a damn shame.
- Church History in Plain Language: Because I also know less than I ought to about my own faith. Best of all, the author is a Protestant, so I can trust that his prejudices are different from mine.
- History of Philosophy by Julián Marías: Context and gapfill for the small amount of Western philosophy I have in my library. Coincidentally, I’ll probably end up tackling it just about the time I get caught up on Peter Adamson’s podcast.
- De rerum natura as translated by A. E. Stallings: I’m just here for her.
- The “No Fear” Canterbury Tales: Partly because I haven’t actually read much Chaucer, partly because it’s an amusing concept. (The No Fear series started out as a set of “translations” of Shakespeare and other basically-already-modern-English works into chatty contemporary prose, which was a newish idea. But now it seems they’ve expanded the brand to incorporate a translation from Middle English – something people have been doing for a century, easy. Their new thing worked out so well it turned into an old thing: I find that funny.)
- The Thing on the Doorstep and Other Weird Stories: Because all the Lovecraft I had was the two stories in the back of that Michel Houellebecq book. And because I haven’t read At the Mountains of Madness yet. And because the page-edges are black where you’d maybe expect them to be gilded, and I’m susceptible enough to think that’s cool.
- Neuromancer: Owned it once. Read half of it. Really liked that half. Put it down one day and didn’t pick it up again except to sell it. (I do this a lot, even or especially with books I really like, for no other reason than that I am flaky and suck.)
- The Fault in Our Stars: My sister told me not to read it (the implication being that it would somehow turn me basic). And Steven Greydanus said interesting things about the film version.
My tendency here seems to be to want to supplement or expand on things that are already in my library. I am more and more thinking of this as a curriculum, as a chance to pick up the kind of broad-but-interconnected education I didn’t quite get at university.