Dead Cow Farm. Graves, Robert. 1918. Fairies and Fusiliers

Dead Cow Farm. Graves, Robert. 1918. Fairies and Fusiliers

When I was 16 I dis­cov­ered a col­lec­tion of poet­ry from the First World War, and I believe I kept that book out for sev­er­al months. This was one of the trea­sures that I found there.

Sui­cide in the Trench­es. Sas­soon, Siegfried. 1918. Counter-Attack and Oth­er Poems

Sas­soon is anoth­er of my favorite poets. His work has a sim­ple puri­ty to which I can relate, and that makes the con­tent more real. I can see him in a deep trench, scrib­bling by can­dle­light these bits and keep­ing them in a mud­dy note­book which nev­er left his side. He sur­vived the war.

Guardian Unlimited Books | The digested read

I’m in the mid­dle of three books right now:

  • The Oxford Illus­trat­ed His­to­ry of Britain. Excel­lent, not dry at all, with details that add, not dis­tract
  • Fron­tiers of Com­plex­i­ty: The Search for Order in a Chaot­ic World. I imag­ine I will nev­er fin­ish this book, most­ly because of it’s sheer com­plex­i­ty. Every­time I read a por­tion I get some­thing new from it. Let’s just say there’s a lot of the­o­ret­i­cal math­e­mat­ics involved.
  • The Name of the Rose, by Umber­to Eco. Wow… I just start­ed this last night and read it until I passed out, nose to page. The syn­tax is dif­fer­ent, and it is obvi­ous­ly a trans­la­tion, but still so rich and per­son­al. I am involved already.

Guardian Unlim­it­ed Books The digest­ed read

I hate the Read­er’s Digest ver­sions, but some­how I think this is pret­ty slick. Enjoy, as I did.