I realized that I buy books like other people buy clothing. People buy that stuff without wearing them much, and I buy books largely for the pleasure of having them and reading them… someday. Also, when I am really frustrated, carrying a boatload of cheap books back home pretty much has the same effect on me as carrying the same amount of new clothes did 10 years ago.
This time, I bought so much stuff again that I decided to change up the presentation a little bit.
Except for “Amours blessantes” which I bought for Shii (pictured above) and “Frauen um Arthur Schnitzler” (not pictured because it’s in my purse), this is the breakdown of what I got:
- William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
- Alexander Puschkin, Der eherne Reiter
- Fjodor Dostojewski, Aus einem Totenhause
- Joseph Roth, Hiob
- Frankreich (an anthology book on French literature)
- Robert Walser, Der Räuber
- Iwan Turgenjew, Vater und Söhne
- London (a National Geographic guidebook for our upcoming trip)
- Die Edda
- Nikolai Gogol, Sämtliche Erzählungen
- Karel Capek, Der Krieg mit den Molchen
- Anton Tschechow, Das Duell
- Boris Pasternak, Doktor Schiwago
- Takehiko Inoue, Pepita
With that said, maybe I need to check out some other stores. I got this strange idea of wanting to read more Ibsen again, and couldn’t find anything like that today. Maybe sometimes when I am frustrated again.