Like many of you out there, I enjoy the company of books. Last weekend Chad and I made a trip to Chicago hook up with the good folks at The Chapel. On the way there we stopped in Hyde Park to cruise a few of the used book stores. I acquired the following:
- Umberto Eco, Foucault's Pendulum (on the very strong recommendation of Samwise after having enjoyed The Name of the Rose.
- Harry Prosch, Michael Polanyi: A Critical Exposition (because I'm interested in learning more about him as the second-hand things I've picked up about him resonate with my evolving thinking about epistemology).
- Stanley Hauerwas, A Community of Character (I had decided to procure all of his books that I could find).
- Stanley Hauerwas and William Willimon, The Truth about God (basically the same reason as above).
- Robert Hellenga, Philosophy Made Simple (A novel that looks to be in the same vein as Sophie's World--all it needs is the accompanying board game for philosophy parties at my house!).
- David Edmonds and John Eidinow, Wittgenstein's Poker (a reconstruction of an encounter between Karl Popper and Ludwig Wittgenstein (and a threatening poker) at a meeting of the Cambridge Moral Science club in 1946).
- Niall Griffiths, Stump (I couldn't pass up a novel with my family moniker as the title; evidently it is about a guy with an amputated arm... it won the Welsh Book of the Year award in 2004... uses some variation of the F-word in almost every paragraph).
Not sure if I'll ever read them all, but I enjoy being in their company.