What I'm reading right now is Walker Percy's The Last Gentleman, as well as three weeks of New Yorkers.

Speaking of which, there is this, from Louis Menand's 16 September article:

when people start talking about moral clarity, you know that mystification has set in. The world is never clear, and to reduce it to binaries-good and evil, right and wrong, with us or against us, red threads and brown threads-is to promote blind faith over understanding.

For school I read Susan Minot's Rapture, which was slight, thinnish, but all the same pleasant.

The Best and the Brightest is a great book, a thick catalogue of blunders and arrogance. It cleared up a lot of questions I had on Vietnam. It made McNamara a hell of a lot more tragic and less of a villain but still a fool.

For fun I'm still reading the thick and way engrossing Best and the Brightest.

For school I have read Glory Goes and Gets Some and Andre Dubus III's House of Sand and Fog. The former was funny and discursive. The latter was a nail-biter near the end, and bloody, and while not 100% succesful it was blessed with a hell of a plot -- taut, well-told, a hell of a ride.

For my Shakespeare I read the Merry Wives of Windsor, another play with Falstaff in it. Not bad, but the Henrys have it beat.