sketching a reading itinerary

Reading about reading projects is tickling my own tendency to draft such plans. So here are some partial, rough sketches of reading routes I would like to travel.

  • Authors whose works I aim to explore:
    • Christine Brooke-Rose [1]
    • Guy Davenport
    • Lucy Ellmann [2]
    • Hans Magnus Enzensberger
    • Paul Metcalf [3]
    • Thucydides
    • Gregor von Rezzori [4]
  • Authors whose works I aim to further explore:
    • Mircea Cărtărescu
    • Inger Christensen
    • William H Gass
    • Alexander Kluge
    • António Lobo Antunes
    • Arno Schmidt
    • Miklós Szentkuthy
    • Olga Tokarczuk
    • Antoine Volodine
    • Virginia Woolf

& here I am, wondering: what about William Gaddis? what about Antonio Moresco? what about Marguerite Young? … Besides, I am a very slow reader… Oh, well…


[1] ^ Amalgamemnon is on its way to my mailbox. I first glimpsed the book in this tweet by Anthony Brown

and my interest further deepened when I read this piece by Davis Smith-Brecheisen.

[2] ^ I pre-ordered Ducks, Newburyport, and yes, Claro did influence my decision.

[3] ^ The first volume of his Collected Works is also on its way to my mailbox. If you feel like being tempted to discover Paul Metcalf’s works, I cannot but recommend this piece by Jacob Siefring.

[4] ^ I owe my discovery of Gregor von Rezzori to The Untranslated.

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4 thoughts on “sketching a reading itinerary

  1. Lots here that match my own plans. This year I’d like to get stuck into Christine Brooke-Rose; I’m building up a small collection without reading any (always hazardous). I’ve also got Enzensberger, Tokarczuk, and Gass in my sights, with plans to read more Schmidt. I’m in two minds about whether Szentkuthy is my sort of thing or not, so will be pleased by anything you say about his work.

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    • To be honest, I’m having a hard time untangling how I feel about reading Miklós Szentkuthy. I quite like his style of writing (that is, how it comes across in translation): it is baroque, lavish; it embodies the ambivalence of intoxication—sometimes stimulating & enthralling, sometimes alienating & maddening. (I probably don’t do justice to his writing.) I’m currently reading two of his books: Marginalia on Casanova (the French version), and Towards the One & Only Metaphor. The former is probably at its more rewarding when one is familiar with Casanova’s Memoirs (I’m not). As for the latter, I read a quite apt description in a review on Goodreads: “What it is is more wastebook hodge-podge notebook than anything else. There’s some novelish things get sketched and these function a bit as oasis for your pleasure.” [https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2506904800?book_show_action=false&from_review_page=1] That’s not far from my own feeling as I’m reading it.

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