Book sales are a curse. The Verso temptation resulted in four additions yesterday: Lucien Goldman’s The Hidden God; David Harvey’s The story of Capital; Moretti’s Modern Epic and Walter Benjamin’s Berlin Childhood 1900.
I can admit it. The Benjamin book is a completist’s effort to quell literary hunger pangs, that empty stomach. I am less familiar with Moretti’s and Goldman’s work; I know the latter from his book on Kant. These books are attempts at conversation with the person sitting next to you on the red eye flying west from east. David Harvey is a curiosity. This economic geographer, well, he is a sociologist.
As for my input today was a Kant day.
