Summer reading

I’ve finished American Psycho. Which is good, because I think I was genuinely scared of that book. If you’ve seen the movie and are interested in the book, be ready for some gore. If you’ve read the book, I’d like to talk to you about how awful it felt to read some parts and not be able to help those people.

I began writing a book report in this post, but decided to leave the analysis for another time. It’s enough to say that this book will stick with me for a while, and I’m not sure if I’m thrilled about that. It served it’s purpose, and I’ll still watch the movie when I can. But damn, I had nightmares.

I’ve now moved on to a book I found in a pawn shop on South Congress. Classics of Modern Fiction; 10 Short Novels. Look at some of these names: Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Kafka, O’Connor. It’s safe to say that I’ll be tackling this book. With protective gear.

I hope I get a moment when I can answer the question, “What are you reading right now?” with, “Oh, a little Dostoevsky, then some Tolstoy, then god knows where I’ll go!” or something equally pretentious and adorable. Yeah, that’s going to be a good day.

I’m listening to Surjan Stevens. It’s after 4. I’m going to the premier of A Scanner Darkly tonight. It’s a good time to be alive.