Among other things, the TBR of January ’09 had me purportedly reading the following
- Alan Furst – The Foreign Correspondent
- Brent Weeks – Night Angel Trilogy
- Don Wilson – California Fire & Life
- Donald Thomas – Sherlock Holmes & The Voice from the Crypt
- James M. Cain – The Postman Always Rings Twice
- John Kennedy Toole – A Confederacy Of Dunces
- John Levitt – New Tricks
- Kurt Vonnegut – Breakfast Of Champions
- Kurt Vonnegut – Slaughterhouse-Five
- Malcolm Lowry – Under The Volcano
- Matthew Woodring Stover – Heroes Die
- Thomas Pynchon – Gravity’s Rainbow
- Tobias Buckell – Sly Mongoose
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Walter Jon Williams – Implied Spaces
Well then, in the 12 months since, I’ve managed 5 out of the 14 luminaries mentioned before. Which is a pretty decent strike rate (35% whereabouts). Putting on my 65%-rated economics hat, I can comfortably predict that people only really enjoy fruits from 35% of the total money that they spend on enjoying in the first place. I dub thee, the marginal happiness law
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