Well, the dust has settled here in Dallas. The wife is
working, I am looking for work, the girls are preparing for their school year,
which begins, almost sacrilegiously, in the middle of August. The house is
basically unpacked. There are some loose ends to be tied up, minor repairs to
be made, and some final tasks related to the move. Hopefully I’ll be working
soon enough. I already have a possible interview set up, and am looking to pick
up my new used car in a couple of days.
Now, more importantly, I must address my reading plan,
now that I have time.
Oh, and I also have a writing plan, but I’ll get to
that in another post.
For now, reading.
Here is my tentative list for the second half of
summer 2021:
1. The Witnesses,
excerpts from the Warren Commission
2. Little Big
Man by Thomas Berger
3. World War II
at Sea by Craig L. Symonds
4. Frankenstein
by Mary Shelley
5. The Man Who
Killed Kennedy by Roger Stone
6. The Pillars
of the Earth by Ken Follet
Whew. That’s nonfiction – fiction – nonfiction –
fiction – etc. And it’s 3.429 pages. Hopper, as usual, always chooses the
modest route. Let’s see … there’s 38 days until Labor Day, so to put these away
by summer’s end would require a par of 90 pages a day.
Honestly, that’s not doable, even unemployed. I couldn’t
live with myself reading that much and not bringing in any coin to the family coffers.
So I’ll hold myself to 40 daily pages. About an hour a day. At that rate, I’ll
finish the six-book list by October 24, just in time to start something spooky
for Halloween, a tradition I’ve held myself to for nearly twenty years.
Why these books?
Well, in part, these were the cream of the crop of my
On Deck Circle when we moved. I donated a couple hundred books to the VA,
including a lot of the stuff I’ve never read. But I kept these because, well,
they interested me.
The
Witnesses and The Man Who
Killed Kennedy because now I’m living a half-hour from Ground Zero of the
Kennedy Assassination. I was big into this a decade ago and haven’t been so
much since reading Posner’s book which persuaded me (to the tune of about 95%)
of the Lone Gunman theory. But I still get a thrill, a detective-like
fascination, with anything and everything to do with those terrible events of the
weekend of November 22 to 24 in 1963.
Little
Big Man because, I suppose, I’m now in the south, in the heat,
and just a stone’s throw beyond the new developments and shopping malls there
is indeed prairie and mountains and cactus and star-filled night skies, and I
fancy what I’d be like had I lived a century-and-a-half ago. I fear this book
might be a little snarky and almost downright anti-Western, which is probably
why I haven’t read it yet (I bought it in 2012), but as it’s the only Western I
currently own, I put it on the list.
Frankenstein
because
it’s an old-school epic and I bought it in mind with reading simultaneously
with Patch, much like we did The Count of
Monte Cristo in 2019. But, alas, she’s not in the proper frame of mind for
a deep dive into early 19th-century epistolary writing. I skim-read the book
sophomore year of high school in the early 80s, so I’m looking forward to a thoughtful
re-read. My gut tells me the whole dangers-of-man-playing-God thing is quite
relevant in today’s society.
World
War II at Sea was a recommendation I noted back during
my walks last summer when I’d listen to WW2 lectures. Seems to be the be-all
and end-all of the top-down view of naval warfare 1937-1945, at least from what
I’ve heard. And I’ve always wanted to read Follett’s Pillars for many, many years. It’s an epic I think should fit
nicely into the early fall down here.
Read on, amigos!
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