Week 2
And the book is:
Going to be told to you when I take a picture of it.
And the book is:
Going to be told to you when I take a picture of it.
I
(i) Wade through the introduction.
(ii) Complain about the introduction.
(iii) Realize the introduction taught you exactly what you needed to understand the Manifesto.
(iv) Nationalize industry.
II
(i) Read the Manifesto.
(ii) Break your chains.
(iii) Sleep.
(iv) Overthrow the bourgeoisie.
(v) Move on to the next book.
READERS OF THE WORLD, UNITE!
LEGO should release a classic author set soon!
Want.
Thumbs up.
Finished! I’ll post the week’s summary in the morning afternoon. It’s 6:41 AM here.
It looks like I’m going to have to read the next book in 6 days. I’m overdue and going to push on through this garrulous introduction tonight: I’ll sleep when the Manifesto does.
The sunny side: There are 7 different prefaces to the actual book, so I’ll be able to chop off a few pages for redundancy. (And a nice picture of the book.)
The ironic side: before the real book, there is a 2-page “note on the text”. 162(/190)/258…
The introduction is 190 pages long. It provides historical context to the Manifesto, so I am going to read it. If I start to leak time near the weekend, I’ll ditch the intro and only read the main text with a clear conscience. The sole danger is that the intro will be so boring that I will forget about the book until Saturday. 60(/190)/258.
The Communist Manifesto
Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels
This week’s book:
Week -1:
The Sun Also Rises
Ernest Hemingway
The prose is very sparse. Still a picture is drawn. Or painted. The reader sees the yellows of Spain. The sloshed cacophony of the Paris night-life lives. And lessons are taught in the white spaces between the words. Toro!
Week -2:
David Copperfield
Charles Dickens
God damn this book: it will make me feel all other novels are inadequate in length for months.
A sharp, brilliant portrayal of an episode in the life of an earthy and potent character? Too bad sir! it’s nothing to a biography of a man that is every bit as real to me as he was to Dickens.
Damn you Dickens!