nightspore inspired some months back. A real writer who's good-natured is a rare enough thing.8. All the Names, Jose Saramago. This book took me almost two years to read. That's about 10 pages per month. No good reason for that slow pace other than I kept getting interrupted. Compared to the above #7, it starts the "man on a search for some missing or mysterious woman" story from entirely the opposite end of the chart of possible starting points for the "man on a search for some missing or mysterious woman" story. A very sad book and able to stay sad b/c (SPOILER) the Kafkaesque elements never add up to a Kafka story. It will be interesting to read The Pale King later this year to see how differently a maximalist writer like Wallace handles the details of working in an institution like The Central Registry. Saramago's book is pretty much perfect.
I'm skipping All's Well That End's Well. I can come back to it. Othello's next, so, yeah, I can some back to it.
