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"It now lately sometimes seemed like a kind of black miracle to me that people could actually care deeply about a subject or pursuit, and could go on caring this way years on end. Could dedicate their entire lives to it. It seemed admirable and at the same time pathetic. We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe. God or Satan, politics or grammar, topology or philately -- the object seemed incidental to this will to give oneself away, utterly. To games or needles, to some other person. Something pathetic about it. A flight-from in the form of plunging-into. ... The original sense of addiction involved being bound over, dedicated, either legally or spiritually. To devote one’s life, plunge in."

- David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
 
IDK why but @Mr. Krinkle avatar made me think of William S. Burroughs, so imma read "The Soft Machine" trilogy.

Meanwhile i'm reading several books at the same time:
- Celle qui n'avait pas peur de Cthulhu, by Karim Berrouka (singer of Ludwig Von 88, a popular ska-punk french band from the 80s and a good author)
- The Peripheral, by William Gibson
- Capitalisme & Schizophrénie - L'anti-Œdipe, by Gilles Delleuze & Felix Guattari

And several comic-books from Jodorowsky's plume and Transmetropolitan by Warren Ellis & Darick Robertson
 
The Goon Squad was great.. captivating narrative presented in a scrambled egg divided first person pov character presentation comprising the major segments of their more then interesting intertwined lives and the transformations that are delivered to them all over time. The story nets you, because you willingly swim in and bask.

Oryx and Crake-M Atwood. Pretty excited..

EDIT: shelved this quickly
 
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Just finished

The Girl in the Spiders Web
The Girl Who Takes an Eye for an Eye
The Girl Who Lived Twice
by David Lagercrantz

&

Do Android's Dream of Electric Sheep Philip K Dick

Rolling..

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
 
She poured doubles like an angel, right up to the lip of a cocktail glass, no measuring. “You have a lovely pitching arm.” You had to go down to them like a hummingbird over a blossom. I saw her much later, not too many years ago, and when I smiled she seemed to believe I was making advances. But it was only that I remembered. I’ll never forget you. Your husband will beat you with an extension cord and the bus will pull away leaving you standing there in tears, but you were my mother.
 
Currently reading “The famine plot - England’s role in Ireland’s greatest tragedy” by Tim pat Coogan.
 
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