Since finishing The Idiot on January 2, I have since read Naguib Mahfouz’s Midaq Alley, Amin Maalouf’s Samarkand, Paul Bowles’ The Spider’s House, and The Last Friend, and on Tuesday night I began Amos Oz’s Fima. Yesterday, I just got a package from Amazon with two more books from Maalouf and another from Mahfouz.
Now, I am in a phase where I just can’t stop reading (mainly novels written by or about the Arab world). The problem is that I have trouble striking a balance between my passion for reading and my passion for music. And I can’t do both at the same time. When I listen to music, I can’t concentrate on reading. Furthermore, since Christmas, I have also purchased the following music:
Sam Rivers: Counters; Blue Mitchell: Things to Do; Carole King: Really Rosie; Dee Dee Warwick: I Want to Be with You; Terry Callier: Speak Your Peace; Johnny Cash: Walk the Line; Eric Dolphy: Out There, Last Date, and Outward Bound; Duke Ellington: Black, Brown and Beige, and Such Sweet Thunder; John Coltrane: The Complete Africa/Brass Sessions, The Complete 1961 Village Vanguard Sessions Live, and Coltrane Live at Birdland; The Jazz Renegades: Freedom Samba; and Charles Mingus: The Great Concert of Charles Mingus.
It’s difficult to take advantage of the investment in words and sound all at once, and yet I don’t have the patience to stop surfing Amazon.