now a space for reading
Since going into professional transition, part of time feels like an open and unstructured cognitive landscape. Meaning, I might now make some headway on reading!
I'm currently attempting to get through the topmost books on my now-mountainous stack on my bedside. ::chuckle:: This is a Sisyphean task, and I doubt I'll ever get to finish it. Anyhow, the most recent baker's dozen books I've been concurrently reading (based on the fact that these are the latest I've acquired—all from my current fave indie bookstore in The City, Christopher's Books in the Potrero Hill Neighborhood) are as follows, in no particular order, but numbered nevertheless:
(1) Abundance, by Ezra Klein and Derek Thompson
(2) The Best American Science and Nature Writing 2024 (ed. by Bill McKibben)
(3) The Wonder Boy—Luka Dončić and the Curse of Greatness, by Tim MacMahon
(4) Figuring, by Maria Popova
(5) The Singularity is Nearer, by Ray Kurzweil
(7) Patriot, by Alexei Navalny
(8) Homeland, by Richard Beck
(9) Nexus, Yuval Noah Harari
(10) Playground, by Richard Powers (a novel)
(11) The Genetic Book of the Dead, by Richard Dawkins
(12) Deep Utopia, by Nick Bostrom
(13) Transformer, by Nick Lane
As you can tell this is a mishmash of books, and the tower on which they teeter is 3x higher than that number. Most of these books are of very recent vintage, publishing-wise. At the moment, I've been schlepping around in my backpack the Popova, and McKibben's selection of essays, even as the top-of-mind tomes such as the Klein/Thompson just came out a couple weeks ago, and Tim MacMahon's bio of Luka just last week. I started both, and they're certainly compelling; but true reading companionship of the sort that inveterate bibliophiles know intimately are defined by Maria and Bill.
Bottom line: I'll never get to the end of this, though. ::chuckle::
