Not much to blog about ths Sunday night, so here's what I've picked up in the way of reading matter lately:
House of Leaves, Mark Z Danielewski. I have wanted to read, or at least own with the intention of reading, this book for some time, but the price tag has always been a turn-off. Today I picked up a fine paperback copy from Camberwell market for $6. Inside was a gratis invoice from Random House, addressed to none other than The Age critic Peter Craven. How, um, exciting.
Laughter in the Dark, Vladimir Nabokov. Another market bargain - 80 cents for a ragged-but-readable old Penguin.
Europe Central, William T. Vollmann. Instead of this evocative cover art...
...my copy sports this daft image:
Twilight in Italy, D.H. Lawrence. Speaking of covers, has there ever been a volume of Lawrence that wasn't clad in a dour, uninteresting cover? This one, a collection of travel jottings, features a photo of some Renaissance statue or other, all very boring, although it is pictured with birdshit scarring intact, as all statuary should be.
The Rites of Spring, Modris Eksteins. One of the great cultural histories of the First World War, up there with Paul Fussell's The Great War and Modern Memory; I'm looking forward to revisiting this.
The Meaning of Recognition, Clive James. Good in parts, not-so-good in others. I pretty much agree with Jon. Amusingly, I bought this from a remainder store.
Also purchased: Already Dead, Denis Johnson; The Line of Beauty, Alan Hollinghurst; The Etched City, K.J. Bishop; But Beautiful, Geoff Dyer.
There. Wasn't that informative?