I just finished *When We Cease to Understand the World* by Benjamin Labatut. It’s perfect. Going to stand as one of my top books.
I’m currently reading *The Parrot and the Igloo.* Not nearly as literary but great.
These books and current events are apparently causing like existential dread. That’s probably an overstatement.
My wife has requested I read a happier book. But great lit isn’t happy, right?
Give me your recommendations for great literature that won’t fill me with dread and angst.
For reference on other books I enjoy my two other recent favorites are *Chess Story* by Stefan Zweig and *Magnetic Fields* by Ron Loewinsohn. Infinite Jest is an all-time favorite. I like stuff that’s weird and post-modern or post-modern adjacent but probably not smart enough to enjoy anything that much harder and weirder than *Infinite Jest.*
by HalBrutus