I am always awkwardly self-conscious about the Great Books I haven't yet read — whether because in my laziness and/or busyness they've slipped my radar, because in college I studied poli-sci instead of literature, or because I spent too long fixating on nineteenth century Russian literature to pay much attention to the twentieth century (Russian or othe…
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