We gave our reading lists at the beginning of the summer, but full disclosure demands we say at the end what we really read.
I didn’t read anything I thought I would. Instead, I read James Atlas’s biography of Delmore Schwartz. Atlas gave himself a tough assignment. Writers do not have obviously eventful lives, unless they are Lord Byron; and the major “event” of Schwartz’s life, madness, is itself dull. Altas managed to be both admiring and clear-eyed.
I also read The Radetzky March, by Joseph Roth, which depitcts the end of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Engrossing, beautifully written, shattering.