Here’s what I put in my luggage to read on a recent trip to Spring Green to see Henry V, at American Players Theater.

August Asimov's & Inherent Vice

Inherent Vice is Pynchon’s latest novel, a detective story that is, like most Pynchon, filled with lots of characters doing lots of drugs, filled with  paranoia, and quests for the sake of questing.

It’s probably his most accessible book to this point, actually, and feels a whole lot like Vineland in many ways. I’ll be posting on it once I complete it.

Asimov’s is something that I recently resubbed to and am enjoying. I subscribed to Analog, too, and I have gotten to a few of the shorter pieces in that journal, but once the semester starts, trying to keep up with both will become increasingly impossible.