As I was telling austin_dern a few days ago, I found a box of books of mine in the attic. Not a surprising discovery, as the clutter lately in the attic has been vast and problematic, despite my efforts to reduce things. Mom'goose is a tremendous packrat, so, it's an uphill battle.
With books retrieved to my room, a rapid sort began between ones I still wanted, and ones I decided to trim out of my library. As I put it to Austin, I've got about 3,000 books left to read in my lifetime by my estimation.. and some of these do not deserve to be part of that 3,000. As promised, here's the list of trimmed books from my collection [Edited, missed one]:
The Reflexive Thesis: Wrighting Sociology of Scientific Knowledge by Malcolm Ashmore. Incomprehensible garbage by Douglas Hofstader's insane, evil twin brother. This was my Dad's book, which I must have kept for the Escher picture on the cover.
Now All We Need Is a Title: Famous Book Titles and How They Got That Way, by Andre Bernard. Amusing, cheap, short, read about twice.
Skipping Christmas, by John Grisham. A book which served its purpose: amusing me for the duration of a flight. A good 'Cheeseburger' book, as I've described them before: tasty if not terribly nutritious.
The Mind's I, by Douglas Hofstader. The 10% of Godel Escher Bach that I found uninteresting or disagreed with heavily, and here it is in its own book! Not Dad's best call for a birthday present. Never finished. On the other hand, Fluid Concepts and Creative Analogies, also by Hofstader, made the cut.
David Letterman's Book of Top Ten Lists, by David Letterman and his writers. A greatly appreciated christmas gift from Jfox 10 years ago. Now.. like Letterman.. best remembered from decades past than experienced again.
Get off the Unicorn, by Anne McCaffery. A short-story collection from 1977, where it may have seemed more socially relevant. Bought when I was Pern-crazy, and.. now I'm not.
The Encyclopedia of Illustration, by Gerard Quinn. Someone got me this for a present. It's 500 pages of clip art. Huh?
Holes by Louis Sachar. Entertaining young-adult aimed book that was worth three good reads.
Moo by Jane Smiley. Relatively interesting mid-90's novel about a midwestern university coping with funding issues. Features a diverse cast of students and teachers behaving like a diverse cast of students and teachers, a hick farmer with a genius device, and the inner thoughts of a genetically modified pig. Read only once, and then, 2-page lesbian sex scene was skipped past.
Almost escaping, but intercepted by the packrat Mom 'to give as gifts':
Garfield:Out to Lunch and Garfield: Rounds Out, by Jim Davis. The 12th and 16th collections. Eyes are more round than oval in the latter.
Eureka! What Archimedes Really Meant: And 80 Other Key Ideas Explained by Michael Macrone. Explanations of things like Occam's Razor, "I think therefore I am", Relativity, Pavolvian Responses, and "The Medium is the Message". In other words, a shortcut to 'intellectualism'. Eh. I have the Web now to look up these things.
The Jeopardy Bookby Alex Trebek and Peter Barsocchini: 40% history and behind-the-scenes of the game show, 60% Answers/Questions. Nice, but.. read and done with.
And, that's the books leaving. Today, in fact.