I met the extremely bright and well-read Aditya Chakrabortty of the Guardian yesterday. The only downside to this is a further augmentation of my reading matter, which I honestly cannot see my way past. On the current ‘to read list’ are:
- Skidelsky’s the Return of the Master
- The Creation and Destruction of Value by Harold James
- Armatya Sen’s Idea of Justice (thank you, Sir Samuel Brittan)
- In Fed we Trust (well, I need some help if I am to take on Mervyn King?)
- Finish Bernanke’s Great Depression
- The $12 million stuffed shark I have a particular thing about conspicuous consumption and Art ever since reading that brilliant book of John Carey’s called What good are the Arts? – worth reading just for the extent to which it wound up Jeanette Winterson
- The rest of the Great Contraction chapter from Friedman and Schwartz – it is the foundation stone for monetary thinking I suppose
- Because I am reliably told that insomnia can result from not reading enough light stuff, I have picked up the long-dust-gathering “1599: A year in the life of William Shakespeare” but am afraid it might make me want/need to read/re-read all the plays
- I have not even thought of reading some of the many other offerings on the Crash – Vince’s, Gillian Tett’s, Kaufman’s .. surely reading the FT every day counts for something?
- Thanks to Aditya, and Anthony Painter’s reference to it, I now have a book by Richard Koo called Lessons from Japan’s Great Recession. Fortunately this slide presentation looks like a good shortcut for now.
- On top of this, John Kay gave away a copy of his new book yesterday; and comment number 16 on this post by Paul got me thinking that I had not read The Book through to the end properly. Which I hadn’t.
Now over to Google Reader. Oh, dammit, Nick Clegg has written something 92 pages long for Demos. Vince is the only person to be frank (ish) on public spending — unfortunatey at 60 pages’ length. And now the IFS have weighed in. I often complain about Labour and the Conservative party not being frank enough. Now I’m thinking: thank God they aren’t, I’d drown under the paper. Keep equivocating and fibbing, for pity’s sake.