Just finished Brad Warner's Hardcore Zen. It was excellent. I'm sure I'm biased a bit since I have Buddhist leanings, but I thought it was incredibly interesting to gain the perspective of a Zen master who sits firmly outside the mystic bullshit that often gets dragged in to things.
If you want to learn anything about Japanese Soto Zen, while ignoring all the nitty-gritty ceremonial stuff, and as it looks through the irreverent eyes of a punk rocker/Japanese monster movie maker (Go Ultraman!), grab that book.
I'm moving on to Siddhartha, partially because I loved it in high school and it's been far too long since I've read it, and also because of inspiration from the above.
In the words of Brad Warner: "Question Authority. Question society. Question reality. Question yourself."
Last week, I picked up Dhalgren again after losing it for a few months. Then I read the last 400 pages in one sitting.
I am completely confounded. Definitely not... dissatisfied, but... broken? In the head? You know the grim, headachey acceptance you feel after an all-nighter? That.
Next on my list was The Raw Shark Texts, which opens sorta like Dhalgren, but couldn't possibly hold up in comparison. Probably a poor followup choice, in that regard. It's got a good hook early, then gets very first-book-ish when the story gets moving. The ending Jaws reference is way too long, too, if you're familiar with the movie.
Found a mint copy of The Rainbow Affair which features an American take on some British sleuths and such. Trying to find who claimed James Bond was a thug.
Reading the American Library's "TALES" of HP Lovecraft. I haven't read them since I devoured all his works one summer in high school. Call of Cthulhu still stands up as an amazing short story. The Shadow Out of Time still kicks me in the head. I'm so very glad that neither of these have been made into movies, they stand as such pure stories of weird fiction. Yes, I know about the b/w indy Call of Cthulhu, that was very clever.
The Dragon Waiting by John Ford: Neil Gaiman spoke so highly of him when he passed away, I finally hunted this down. It's really fun. I also read his Star Trek book "How Much for Just the Planet". The only Star Trek book I've ever read. A musical comedy with tap-dancing aliens and pie-fights, better than anything Star Trek I've ever seen.
Sin in the Second City by Karen Abbott. A book about the most successful brothel in US history. Great Chicago story.
The Raw Shark Texts was a total let down. After all the good things I had heard about it, it seemed very "English-lit-student-clever" (does that make sense?) to me. Like the author had read something he thought was interesting, wanted to write a book about the idea, but either didn't understand it enough or know enough about it, so he just avaoided actually saying anything about it and just kind of danced around whatever the subject was for 400 pages.
Agreed. It takes an interesting idea -- if you count the meme as a sentient abstraction, does it have predators? -- and gets way too literal way too quickly. Broken ribs and furniture? I was ready for broken semantics.