December

I’ll show you my Christmas Reading List. Will you show me yours?

Mulk Raj Anand, Untouchable
John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me
Richard Wright, Black Boy
Barbara Ehrenreich, Nickel and Dimed
Polly Toynbee, A Working Life
Polly Toynbee, Hard Work: Life in Low‐pay Britain
Owen Jones, Chavs: The Demonization of the Working Class
Nancy Mitford, Noblesse Oblige
Allan Sillitoe, Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
David Storey, This Sporting Life
Stan Barstow, A Kind of Loving

It has been a challenge cycling home after nights of mulled wine, minced pies and a bad right knee; against the wind and up slopes. Oooh. But, it has been very nice and warm spending time with the people here in Oxford, end of term. It is amazing how we’ve been brought together and have lived together these past 12 weeks. I have expressed gratitude several times, and each time I do, I feel myself meaning it more than the last time. How does that work? At these get-togethers, you will find me near out-of-tune musical instruments or the table where the pies are stacked. I had a little bit of a work out this morning. First time since I got here. Not because of overeating guilt, no, but because I am determined to get this right knee functioning like it should in good time. It was very nice being at the Iffley gym at 10.00 am and working out with the retirees. They, and their functioning knees, motivate me.

A wonderful month awaits. It is my hope that you find rest this December; that you get to spend it with the ones you adore and love. Also, you must dance a little.

Love, R

2 Replies to “December”

  1. Your Christmas reading list is extremely impressive! I will be reading a mishmash of things over the holidays for class — for an essay, on the history of reading; for a new course, on science in popular fiction in the nineteenth century; and on nineteenth century ghost stories, which is my tentative subject for my dissertation — but I’m going to try hard to do some other reading too: two big things on my list include George Gissing’s New Grub Street and Hardy’s Return of the Native. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll look at Dickens’s Bleak House again. And the smattering of pop-science nonfiction I always try to fit in whenever I am on vacation.

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