The Wise Man’s Fear, Patrick Rothfuss, p. 847.
I’ve rocketed through this book, the second in The Kingkiller Chronicle, in just a few days. It’s pretty remarkable; mostly it’s remarkably readable. The only problem is that the final volume might be released around the same time as The Winds of Winter; which is to say, never (or at least five years in the future, which might as well be never).
I don’t know if I can handle this.
So that John Waters quote that’s been floating around Tumblr inspired me to go rearrange our books last night — which mostly means spraying some Pledge at the whole mess and promising myself that I’ll go to Iliad Books “like, tomorrow!” to get rid of all those fucking late-90’s/early-00’s hardbacks that I bought in grad school and hated immediately. (I.e.: DeLillo, Franzen, Frazier, Nifenegger, sorry Everybody Ever on the Internet, but ugh, KILL ME.)
Anyway. We have a lot of books. We put them in our second bedroom, which is not really a bedroom but instead a veritable Narnia of sci-fi paperbacks, math textbooks, 20th-century American poetry, and the aforementioned Fucking Late 90’s/Early-00’s Hardback Literary Fiction. (Sometimes I want to visit my fifteen-year-old self, shake her real hard, and say “JOHN IRVING???? REALLLLLLLLLY???)
But so we have a lot of books! And you know what? The duplicate copies are the most interesting phenomenon of all. I have two (or even three) different editions of a bunch of different books, but despite my killer-culling instincts lately, I guess there are some books you just need two copies of? Let’s examine:
- Two identical trade paperback copies of DeWitt’s The Last Samurai
- One hardback and one paperback The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
- Ditto on Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell (one belongs to an honorstudent! I still haven’t finished it, Matt, but I love it!)
- Several variations on Shakespeare’s works — including two of those terrible B&N leather-bound monstrosities that nobody ever reads but your parents still gift them to you anyway, plus a very readable and useful Penguin/Pelican paperback anthology (edited by my favorite Shax professor ever ever ever!), plus about sixteen thousand individual paperback plays (mostly the Penguin series again, <3 u Braunmuller!).
- Four editions of Chaucer’s Compleat Works, including the hardback RIVERSIDE EDITION (where my English majors at!), a terrible “Modern English” translation, and a dog-eared, marked-up, precious paperback student edition of Canterbury Tales, which will remain one of My Most Favorite English Classes Ever.
- Paradise Lost. Who do you guys think should play Warrior Jesus in the movie version??? Jeremy Renner, maybe???
- The DaVinci Code. Not because I am the worst person ever, but because sometimes terrible, terrible things happen when you combine book collections with your boyfriend.