Whenever I go round someone’s house, I always want to see what they’ve got on their bookcases. The following, however, is a list of books that have been left lying around in various locations in my house, which I have rounded up and will shortly endeavour to reshelve:

Nietzsche, F., The Birth of Tragedy and The Genealogy of Morals

Bloch, J., Effective Java

Pierce, B., Types and Programming Languages

Derrida, J., Resistances of Psychoanalysis

Fowler, M., UML Distilled (3rd ed.)

Derrida, J., Given Time: 1. Counterfeit Money

Golumb, S., Polyominoes

Eliot, G., Middlemarch

Burroughs, W., The Letters of William S. Burroughs 1945 to 1959

Derrida, J., The Ear of the Other

Bonhoeffer, D., Ethics

Bonhoeffer, D., No Rusty Swords

Grigson, G., Before the Romantics: An Anthology of the Enlightenment

Lodge, D., Modern Criticism and Theory: A Reader

Lyotard, J.-F., Political Writings

Heidegger, M., Basic Writings

Nielson, J., Designing Web Usability

M.A.S. Abdel Haleem (trans), The Qur’an

Brown, J., Kierkegaard, Heidegger, Buber and Barth

Cook, P., Tragically I was an Only Twin

Derrida, J., On the Name

Levinas, E., Totality and Infinity

Deleuze, G., Foucault

Wordsworth, W., The Prelude: A Parallel Text

Foucault, M., The Use of Pleasure: The History of Sexuality, vol. ii

Bonhoeffer, D., Letters and Papers from Prison.

Dear me, that’s quite a lot of Derrida; especially for someone who’s supposed to be “over” his Derrida-obsessive phase.

The shortage of fiction is partly explained by the fact that I don’t read much fiction, and partly by the fact that what fiction I do read is mostly on loan from the library (which is generally stronger on fiction than it is on Derrida). Current library book is Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged. It is colossally terrible, but has to be endured. Lanark promises to be more enjoyable…