Currently reading
Vineland (Classic, 20th-Century, Penguin)
Tristes Tropiques
Richard III
The Dwarf
The Collected Poems of Wilfred Owen
Labyrinths
Giotto to Dürer: Early Renaissance Painting in the National Gallery
Michel Foucault: Beyond Structuralism and Hermeneutics
Gravity's Rainbow
A Gravity's Rainbow Companion: Sources and Contexts for Pynchon's Novel
This book is much better than his book on Modernism: A very short... It is focused, and well digested (not scattered, like the other one). And I *am* sympathetic, of course, to his rather undisguised hostile attitude towards Postmodernism. But the book *is* a bit superficial -- which is justifiable, perhaps, given the tendency of books on this topic to obfuscate by speaking about themselves from *within* the jargon...; but it is also a bit boring. I don't know if it is the author who is boring or the topic that I (certainly do) find boring -- or maybe both. Or maybe it's me, and not you... but since the Postmodernists deny the existence of the transcendental ego (the unified self), there is no me... or rather, me is entirely made up of the junctions of you's.
So it definitely *isn't* me... that's at fault...
Whew...! (what a relief!)