Untitled in Words

Simone Weil, I thought she was going to be a more Kierkegaardian, ahistorical mystic… but her writings are more Marx, Agnostic-Jewish-Christian-convert stuff. Not as interesting.

Audre Lorde: hers, as a black woman and gay, is so different from my own experience is so radically different… like she doesn’t even try to speak to me. Which is okay, but it’s jarring to read.

I still have bell hooks, Oblomov, Feminine Mystique, Sapiens, Red and the Black, Purgatorio, John Stuart Mill, Melville’s short stories, Vanity Fair, and Ruskin’s autobiography to read. And I still have to find that copy of Jane Austen’s Persuasion I saw in the used bookstore.