splitted in the midst
Currently (and actively) reading (in no particular order):
François Rabelais. Gargantua and Pantagruel. trans. J. M. Cohen. Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1955.1
- J. Innes Miller. The Spice Trade of the Roman Empire, 29 BC to AD 641. Oxford: Clarendon, 1969.2
Michel Foucault. The Archeology of Knowledge. trans. A. M. Sheridan Smith. London: Routledge, 1989 (1969).3 Goethe. Die Wahlverwandtschaften. (ed. H. B. Nisbet & Hans Reiss). Oxford: Blackwell’s German texts, 1971 (1809).4
- Euripides. Medea. (ed. D. Mastronarde). Cambridge: CUP, 2002.
- Lajos Illés, ed. 44 Hungarian Short Stories. Budapest: Corvina, 1979.
- Robert Parker. Miasma. Oxford: Clarendon, 1983.
Of these, two are re-readings; if you guess which, I shall be impressed.
Addendum: my attrition rate on finishing these is really appalling.
- There are some books even I refuse to finish; will find a different edition. Later. [↩]
- Notes about reviews from APh (since I can’t think of a better place to put them): || TLS LXVIII 1969 274 | AHR LXXV 1969 461–462 Casson | REL XLVII 1969 665–667 Grimal | BO XXVI 1969 40 | AC XXXVIII 1969 661–663 Petit. [↩]
- Not yet, apparently – mind too wobbly to tramp firmly through it. [↩]
- I had neither the time nor the heart to finish; this is one of the problems with loaned books – they are at the mercy of relationship between the borrower and lender. [↩]