In San Francisco I bought a whole bunch of books. At City Lights, I walked around with a stack of four books I needed. Because we had a long walk ahead of us, practical N said, "Now let's try to get that down to one book," which enraged me so that I bought all four or maybe five. Then I bought another five or so at the SFPL bookstore at Main. And I am reading them all. Completed:

Solo Faces, by James Salter
Rituals, by Cees Nooteboom, which is GREAT

I had started Days Between Stations, by Steve Erickson, on the plane and finished it in SF, so I bought another book by him. People I like like Steve Erickson. I started reading Arc d'X a long time ago and put it down, but then kept thinking about it. DBS was his first novel and a little bit goth for me. A lot of, like, the man crawling inside the woman and feeling her insides. That's love man.

Reading:
Shiloh, by Shelby Foote

I know this book is greater than it seems on its face. On its face it looks like one of the Jeff Shaar potboilers of history, with the actual thoughts of General Washington as well as the lowly infantryman.