god the more i think about the books i own the more i understand why i dont have friends anymore
some soft british grunge twitter pics from my most recent “”“”purchase




Greece: Cradle of (Greek) Civilization
- Homer: Iliad, Odyssey
- Hesiod: Theogony, Works and Days
- Sappho, Pindar
- Aeschylus: Promotheus Bound, The Oresteia
- Sophocles: Oedipus Rex / Oedipus at Colonus / Antigone
- Euripides: Medea
- Aristophanes: Lysistrata, The Clouds, The Frogs, The Birds
Rome: When the World Was Ruled by Italians
- Catallus, Propertius, Tibullus
- Virgil: The Eclogues, The Georgics, The Aeneid
- Ovid: The Metamorphoses, The Art of Love
- Horace: Epodes and Satires, Odes
- St. Augustine of Hippo: Confessions
The Middle Ages and Points Between
- Beowulf
- The Song of Roland
- Chrétien de Troyes: Lancelot, le chevalier de la Charrette (Knight of the Cart)
- Thomas Mallory: Le Morte d’Arthur
- Peter Abélard and Héloïse d’Argenteuil: The History of My Misfortunes, Letters
- Romance de la Rose (Romance of the Rose)
- Geoffrey Chaucer: Troilus and Criseyde, The Canterbury Tales
- Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
- Dante Alighieri: La Vita Nuova, Inferno, Purgatorio, Paradiso
The Renaissance: Back to the Future
- Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch): Il Canzonierre
- Giovanni Boccaccio: The Decameron
- Benvenuto Cellini: Autobiography
- François Villon: poems
- François Rabelais: Gargantua and Pantagruel
- Michel de Montaigne: essays
- Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra: Don Quixote
- Christopher Marlowe: The Jew of Malta, Doctor Faustus, Edward II
- Edmund Spenser: The Faerie Queene
- William Shakespeare: see below
- Ben Jonson: Volpone, The Alchemist
William "Look At Me, I Get My Own Chapter" Shakespeare
- The Tragedies: Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, King Lear, Macbeth, Othello, Julius Caesar, Romeo and Juliet, Cymbeline, Coriolanus
- The Histories: Richard II, King Henry IV (Part One, Part Two), Henry V, Richard III
- The Comedies: A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Much Ado About Nothing, The Taming of the Shew, The Merchant of Venice, The Tempest, The Comedy of Errors, The Merry Wives of Windsor, Love’s Labour’s Lost, Twelfth Night, As You Like It
- sonnets
Here Come the Puritans: Parade, Meet Rain
- Cavaliers: Robert Herrick, Richard Lovelace, John Suckling, Thomas Carew
- Metaphysics: John Donne, George Herbert, Henry Vaughn, Abraham Cowley, Richard Crawshaw, Andrew Marvell
- John Bunyan: Grace Abounding, Pilgrim’s Progress
- John Milton: Paradise Lost, poems
you’re fucking welcome
tolstoy & pushkin - still a virgin sorry; in regards to russian literature, i’ve read dostoyevsky and fucking all of anton chekhov’s shit, and although i try and force myself to like russian lit, i can’t. won’t tackle more russian texts until i can read russian bc i’m one of those hardcore believers in the author’s essence ie that every translation is a distancing, every adaptation a decay — ill get all nativist on your ass i like to go to the roots literature-wise, etc. so maybe i’ll like russian lit more then (i’ll let you know) — this goes for eastern european/slavic literature in general (fucking czechs) // although one book i really did enjoy was the master and the margarita by mikhail bulgakov
james joyce - have only tried to tackle him in bits so no final consensus as of yet
i can recommend books from my own taste profile but i think theyll do sorely for a strict hugophile/hugonaut because itll be my own personal palette of victor but hey everything helps right!!!
from my facebook (also wow this needs to be updated i dont even like good omensdamn im sorry
never read the three musketeers. only thing by dumas i’ve read is the count of monte cristo (abridged, translated). i was kinda underwhelmed so that venture marked the end of my experimentation w his literary works
count of monte cristo is okay imho i tried to read the unabridged but couldn’t power through
yea!!!! literature!!!!! thanks for the ask anon
❝Down the hall came the wife. She was glorious, burning. She didn’t know yet that her husband was dead. We knew. That’s what gave her such power over us. The doctor took her into a room with a desk at the end of the hall, and from under the closed door a slab of brilliance radiated as if, by some stupendous process, diamonds were being incinerated in there. What a pair of lungs! She shrieked as I imagined an eagle would shriek. It felt wonderful to be alive to hear it! I’ve gone looking for that feeling everywhere.”
Jesus’ Son, Denis Johnson
“You got me there. And since I can’t be your wife, I won’t be your whore.”

“I did not cry then or ever about Finny. I did not cry even when I stood watching him being lowered into his family’s strait-laced burial ground outside of Boston. I could not escape the feeling that this was my own funeral, and you do not cry in that case.”
A Separate Peace