For the past 15~ or so years, i’ve always preferred to purchase books. In my most perverse fantasies, I have a big room that’s lined with well-organized materials and everyone who visits is quite impressed.
Now that i’m old, I realize books are just things and no woman is interested in giving me pussy because I have a physical copy of Thirst for Annihilation.
The piles get larger but the void remains. The problem with things is that there is always more things to buy.
At the beginning of Covid, I sold a brick of my collection - mostly stuff I wouldn’t read again, but it hurt seeing Artaud and Acker walk out of my life. I sold 1000 books over four weeks and was still left with about 2000 books littering a luckily large apartment.
What am I talking about? Oh, yeah. This year I decided to not buy ANY books whatsoever.
I figured I could just use a - ahem - ebook reader for most of my new releases. I could use the library again. I don’t need to hoard anything. Once again, I have no one to impress.
[edit: I did buy at least two books that I can remember - Tao Lin’s Leave Society and David Rodin’s Snuff Memories. Both were delivered to my house by a friendly Amazon delivery man within 24 hours.]
‘End of year’ lists are generally a fellow writer patting themselves on the back, congratulating themselves for being smarter than everyone else [editor’s note: Maybe that’s the only reason why anyone writes].
Anyways, I started a ‘list of every book I had read this year’ but I abandoned it within the first few months of the year. I felt like that every book read needed an explanation of why I was reading Godel Escher Bach right after the new Delillo book about tech death. Why did I read Fanged Noumena again? Oh yeah, for material to make jokes for you freaks.
Why should anyone care that I think Mike Watson’s book on the Frankfurt school is the single worst faux-academic piece of garbage writing i’ve ever read?
Anyways, enough shit talking. Consider this my ‘favorite books i’ve read in 2021’ list, in convenient .zip form.
Books I e-read somehow seems like an even more painful flex, but ok.