Leaving on a jet aeroplane for Munich tomorrow night. After a few days, train to Austria; bicycles along the Danube to Vienna. Then into the Czech Republic and on to Prague. Many small towns between the cities. Planes, trains, automobiles, bicycles. A little over two weeks. What do I bring along to REEEEEEEAD…?
Without going beyond the bedroom bookcases, I have stacked up beside me
Barbara W. Tuchman; The Proud Tower: A Portrait of the World Before the War 1890-1914. This one I bought special for the trip…it’s probably the only nonfiction I’m going to pack.
Arthur Schnitzler; The Road into the Open
Arthur Schnitzler; **Selected Short Fiction ** (no, it’s not there. Where the Hell is it? Maybe Pianola [17 year old daughter] took it with HER…I told her she really HAD to read “Fraulein Else.” She’s in Paris now, and is meeting us by the Starnbergersee. If she DIDN’T bring it I’m gonna kill her.)
Robert Musil; The Man Without Qualities, Vol. I
Stefan Zweig; Beware of Pity
Jaroslav Hasek; The Good Soldier Svejk
Frederic Morton; A Nervous Splendor
Thomas Bernhard; The Voice Imitator: 104 Stories
Some of these I read years ago…some I started and never finished…the Musil and the Zweig I never even opened. On the way to work tomorrow I pass several fine bookshops, if someone thinks I should be reading something not listed above.