Uwe Johnson, Anniversaries 1: I originally attempted to read this as a book, a huge mistake that failed almost immediately. Since it's written as a series of diary entries, I've switched to reading each day as it comes. Like any journal I've ever kept, it switches between contemporaneous reports of what happened that day, snippets of conversation, remembrances of things that happened in the past (1930s England and Germany, and presumably some East Germany but that has not come yet). It's a very manageable read but the magnitude of it--I'm committed for a year--does occasionally daunt.
Anton Checkov, Fifty-two Stories: they're Ukranian-Russian short stories? Like Gogol, but not entirely in love with them yet. Three stories a day. My feelings about the translation of Pevear and Volokhonsky have changed over the decades; I've gradually come to prefer a translation that's academic or antiquated, and there was some very 21st-century American English expression that leapt out of one of the translations.
(Corollary: I once read this referred to as "actors who look like they know what texting is" in historical movies; I was watching The Witch (2015) last night and the family had a dog who was, very clearly, a 21st century dog)
Peter Weiss, The Aesthetics of Resistance, Vol 1: Nearly completed. There are books that reward extensive outside knowledge, and this is one of them. It presumes a lot of knowledge about the city of Berlin, Wiemar and 1930s Germany, and the Spanish Civil War, as well as wide familiarity with the state of visual art in the early 20th century, and makes detailed reference to the rise and fall of proto-national entities in the classical period, all subjects on which I am well informed.
But it speaks to me because it poses and then discursively attempts to answer one of the central questions I have as a reader and admirer of culture who is unlikely to make a substantial contribution to it on my own: what's the point of art when it will not change any objective conditions of the world? And to the extent that there's any answer to the question, it seems to be that there are still human beings underneath all the movements of history, and they still need art in the way that people need the other things that keep them human.
Katie Kitamura, Intimacies: Loved A Separation, so we're giving this one a go.
Karl Marx, Capital: Trying to take a measure of my sympathies to communist and socialist thought by going directly to the sources. The labor theory of value is an error, to be sure, and fundamental to the system. Similarly, there does not appear to be much recognition that fiat currency can be unpegged from any material object as a source of wealth, nor a lot on colonial systems of exploitation, but it's not surprising that no one had thought much about these things in the mid-19th century; the sort of exploitation Lenin talks about in Imperialism hadn't even really happened yet, and Bretton Woods didn't end until the 1970s. Strip these away and a lot of it looks like typical 19th century liberal economic analysis. We'll see whether and how that continues.
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