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    Finished reading: The Age of Reason Begins by Will Durant πŸ“š

    My quest to read all eleven volumes of Durant’s Story of Civilization continues. Volume VII has returned to the shelf with hundreds of scribbles and notes and many, many exclamation marks. If you think the world is crazy now, you ought to revisit these darker times of wholesale human butchery, religious wars and inquisitions. This has been an eye-opening and hair-raising experience.

    Finished reading: Here is New York by E. B. White

    Finished reading: Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver πŸ“š

    Finished reading: Move on Down to Mexico by πŸ“š

    Finished reading: Real Tigers by Mick Herron πŸ“š

    Currently reading: Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver πŸ“š

    Currently reading: Real Tigers by Mick Herron πŸ“š

    Finished reading: You Like It Darker by Stephen King πŸ“š

    This is a wonderful collection of short stories and novellas by our generation’s master storyteller. I enjoyed every piece, but particularly liked Rattlesnakes, a sequel of sorts to Cujo. It’s meditation on the persistent grief of losing a child masquerading as ghost story. I’ve read most of Stephen King’s shorter works. This newest one tops them all.

    Finished reading: Dead Lions by Mick Herron πŸ“š

    My second Slow Horses book and just as good as the first. There were a few more departures in this book frm the TV version, which kept me guessing. Herron is a talented writer.

    I’ve seen so many beautiful postcards and photos of Crater Lake over my life. None of them, including this one I took today from the crater’s edge, capture the true beauty of this place. Yowza.

    Crater Lake, OR

    We’re one week into a six-week circuit from Arizona through Nevada and Oregon to Washington State, then down the coast through Oregon and California. We’re staying primarily in National Parks in our little self-contained RV, but we’re not rushing: three days at each stop. We’re at 6,000 feet elevation here at Crater Lake, but my lungs seem to fill more completely as I walk through these ancient woods. We’ve been in the Southwest now for over two years, and I didn’t realize how much I missed the trees, and streams and green of the Northwest. I’ve traveled a lot, but almost all of it was point A to point B: airports, conference rooms, dinners, homogenous hotel rooms, and jet lag. Did I really see all those cities?

    Going slow, stopping often. This is the way to travel.

    River hike from Crater Lake National Park

    Currently listening: The Fellowship of the Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien πŸ“š

    How could it be that my wife of 27 years, a bookworm like me, has never read The Lord of the Rings? We’re heading out on an extended roadtrip in our little RV, and we were struggling to agree on an audiobook for the journey. When I learned she hadn’t read these books, it was easily decided. I can’t think of a better story to complement a cross-country adventure!

    Book and bookmark of Tolkien’s Fellowship of the Ring

    Currently reading: Dead Lions by Mick Herron πŸ“š

    Finished reading: Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt πŸ“š

    I enjoyed the setting of the fictional small town on Puget Sound. I liked the premise of the story. I loved the octopus. But, in the end, the author was too young/naive to be inside the head of a grief-stricken 70-year-old woman. It would have been better had she let us imagine what she felt by her actions and words alone. Some big themes were drawn in magic marker when they deserved an artist’s paintbrush. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†

    Finished reading: Consolations by David Whyte πŸ“š

    Ah, what a treasure. Two to three page poetic essays on 52 commonplace words or themes like Curiousity, Heartbreak, and Forgivness. I’ve been ruminating on this definition of Beauty for the past month:

    Beauty is the harvest of presence.

    Whyte often shared a take that surprised me, and sometimes changed my very paradigm of a long-fixed, but one-sided belief. I can see spending a year with this book, one theme per week, and digging deep, deep, deep into the purpose of life. This one is a permanent addition to my bedside table. β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…

    Currently reading: Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt πŸ“š

    David Whyte:

    A life’s work is not a series of stepping-stones, onto which we calmly place our feet, but more like an ocean crossing where there is no path, only a heading, a direction, in conversation with the elements. Looking back, we see the wake we have left as only a brief glimmering trace on the waters.

    Finished reading: The Regulators by Richard Bachman/Stephen King πŸ“šβ˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†

    Continuing my quest to read every Stephen King novel … The Regulators was published on the same day as Desperation. Many of the same characters bedeviled by the same evil spirit Tak, but set in a parallel universe. The book covers of the two novels make up a single scene:

    Book Covers of The Regulators and Desperation

    There are 10,000 books in my library, and it will keep growing until I die. This has exasperated my daughters, amused my friends and baffled my accountant. If I had not picked up this habit in the library long ago, I would have more money in the bank today; I would not be richer.

    β€” Pete Hamill

    Finished reading: Frankenstein by Mary Shelley πŸ“š

    This book was nothing like I expected. Frankenstein (the scientist) is arrogant, self-absorbed, and makes incredibly bad decisions. The story itself is unbelievably far-fetched. There were times I wanted to throw my Kindle on the floor at the dumb-assedness of our unreliable protagonist.

    Taken more broadly, it’s a cautionary tale about mankind’s continual push for scientific advancement, which feels more relevant today than ever.

    Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.

    It’s easy to find fault in the style of the writing or the three-level deep epistolary narrative, but this novel arguably created the science fiction genre while delivering a warning about the unbridled use of science and technology … in 1831.

    And get this: Mary Shelley was a teenager when wrote Frankenstein. A teenager!

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