The Random Walk
Every day in May of 2020, I posted a randomly selected pair of books from my personal library in a series I called the Random Walk. I’ve since removed all those posts from the archives to collect them here in a single page.
After completing the series, I wrote a short essay on chance operations, which you can find here.
(Some dead links still lurk amongst the posts, which I will try to fix when I can.)
❧ May 1st
24:29
37:2
Two books chosen completely at random from around the house. How random? I generated two hexagrams to select the shelves (24 and 37), then ran a number generator (1–36, 1–8) to select a book on each shelf (29, 2).
❧ May 2nd
12:45 I found the Lu Chi (trns Sam Hamill) at the late great Sixth Chamber in 1998.
23:3 The Joanne Kyger was part of a big haul from City Lights in 2002. I love City Lights, of course, but whenever I’ve visited SF, I prefer Green Apple.
❧ May 3rd
14:48 Better known as the author of Growing Up Absurd, he was a medium-well poet when raw was the rage.
30:14 This is the Monas translation. Coulson is good, too. Garnett, though loose, is always lively. You must do everything you can to avoid Pevear/Volokhonsky: not only sloppy but drab and bloodless.
❧ May 4th
13:30 OuLiPo is one of several core inspirations for this series, so of course it seems significant that this book showed up. Seems.
50:12 One of my wife’s books from her long shelf of Spanish literature. Verde viento. Verdes ramas.
❧ May 5th
25:10 Such a gentle surrealist. Like Brian Wilson, he just wasn’t made for these times. (Speaking of yesterday’s OuLiPo, I wrote this brief note 17 years ago.)
63:15 I’m still amazed I landed my copy of the Compact OED for almost nothing. This is a cornerstone of my library.
❧ May 6th
37:7, 29:17
❧ May 7th
43:2, 49:3
(49:3 is a rare example of a misshelved book. It should be across the house with the other guide books, but I used it as filler so the shelf would look nice in the background of a video call. And then I forgot it was there. Sign of the times.)
❧ May 8th
62:9, 47:14
❧ May 9th
55:11 Storm is largely responsible for the practice of formally naming tropical storms. Such a clean, sharp writer. I highly recommend Earth Abides and Names on the Land as well.
3:13 This was a crucial book when I was a typographer. And Bringhurst is an excellent poet.
❧ May 10th
52:1, 23:29
❧ May 11th
28:22 Poor old fool. Bold but deranged scholarship. Such hubris. Tempus tacendi, Nuncle. (O but what an ear!)
32:13 Hoban’s last novel, and one of the few I haven’t read. I’m saving it: there won’t be any new ones, and you can only read something for the first time once.
❧ May 12th
4:1 Gift to my father from his sister, my aunt. He loved dictionaries (and spoke seven languages, the bastard).
5:1 Part of my life-long self-guided tour of Medieval history. During lunch breaks at shitty temp gigs in the ’90s, I’d take the skyway to graze the stacks and surf bibliographies.
❧ May 13th
1:7, 26:3
❧ May 14th
62:26, 32:20
❧ May 15th
21:30, 25:20 Two Irish writers in Vintage International editions.
❧ May 16th
4:22 The world my wife moves in, and what moves her, as choreographer and mover.
19:11 As part of my concentration in college, I studied the impact of public and private spaces on culture. This book is about the modern proliferation of spaces that are nothing and nowhere.
❧ May 17th
15:47, 61:8 The Authors’ Book was Macmillan’s style book for authors. A history of the company, a summary of the publication process, instructions on how to format a MS, and a glossary of terms. From when my father worked there in the ’50s.
❧ May 18th
11:14 I’ve been a fan of Erin Belieu since her first book, Infanta.
57:5 Should be called “The Twentieth Century So Far,” since it came out in 1949. (Another Macmillan book, which had been lurking quietly for years — and is now the newest member of my towering TBR pile…)
❧ May 19th
48:15 Shelf 48 is Davenport Central. (nb and tmi: I’ve done some reshelving since starting this Random Walk, so the contents of Shelf 47 have shifted one cubby to the right.)
31:19 I loved the TV series, but the books really are so much better.
❧ May 20th
30:12
7:5
❧ May 21st
3:4, 64:18
❧ May 22nd
33:25, 36:2
I tried commenting on these, but I got talking about dowries, genocide, potlatches, and fire, with stupid phrases like disastrous attempts at self-domestication; girl’s gotta have it; apex scavenger; chimp with a dayplanner…
Fuck it. Draw your own connections.
❧ May 23th
5:13, 42:7
Today’s books represent two life-long preoccupations of mine. (Because I’m more hedgehog than fox, I actually see them, like yesterday’s books, as aspects of my single life-long preoccupation…)
❧ May 24th
28:17, 21:13
❧ May 25th
17:16 Pronounced Mardu Gorgeous. Such a fun book, and exactly the sort of eccentric thing NYRB is so good at rescuing from obscurity.
16:24 (Click here for a dyspeptic divagation on one of the blurbs on the back cover.)
❧ May 26th
29:19, 55:5 No comment.
❧ May 27th
22:13, 44:6
From a certain angle, this is so me. I could have carefully chosen seven important books for last week’s challenge. But 62 books (two a day all month), picked completely at random, seem to be working just as well at sketching an outline of my identity.
❧ May 28th
45:5, 16:5 Tulips and New Amsterdam. (The NYC book was published in 1954. Absolutely amazing photos.)
❧ May 29th
2:19, 22:21
❧ May 30th
10:19, 6:7
❧ May 31st
42:12, 23:44