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Books I am Actively Not Reading


There are moments when those books I would like to be reading but am not begin to pile up.  Now is one of them.  These may be books I began but had to stop reading; or ones I wish I were reading; or ones I am reading, but so slowly that it barely counts.  I think of all of these as books that I am actively not reading.  Here are some of mine at present:

  • Peter Handke, Die morawische Nacht
  • Paul Althaus, The Ethics of Martin Luther
  • Czesław Miłosz, The Captive Mind
  • Friedrich Glauser, Wachtmeister Studer
  • Mark Mazower, The Balkans: A Short History
  • Pericles Lewis (ed.), The Cambridge Companion to European Modernism
  • Roger Eatwell and Matthew Goodwin, National Populism: The Revolt Against Liberal Democracy
  • Anton Tantner, Von Strassenlaternen und Wanderdünen: Miniaturen aus dem abseitigen Wien
  • Albert Camus, L'Étranger
  • John Witte, Jr., Law and Protestantism: The Legal Teachings of the Lutheran Reformation
  • Eric Langenbacher and David Conradt, The German Polity, 11th ed.
  • Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman
  • Lukas Bärfuss, Malinois
Sigh.  Had I but world enough and time.

Comments

  1. Beeindruckend! Ich schlage noch weniger Schlaf vor . . .

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  2. Ja, dann kann ich noch mehr Bücher nicht lesen!

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