I have been experiencing box envy lately. Now that Christmas has come and gone, my condition has eased considerably as I now have some box sets of my own.
The first is both simple and something very special:
My second box set is a three volume edition of the late Chilean writer Roberto Bolano's book 2666.
Our friend Docx made a lame attempt to get us to stop reading crap and start reading serious literary fiction several weeks ago. His approach was all wrong. One of my favorite critics, John Powers, gave an impassioned plea for why we should read great books like 2666 - for what they can offer - a few years ago that was much more powerful and effective than Docx's attempt to tell us that what we are reading is inherently flawed. (Instead of reading the Powers piece, click on the link to listen to it - it was written for radio.) I've been thinking about Powers' review of 2666 since I heard it and now I can finally see for myself if he's right.
Other good Bolano links: http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2007/03/26/070326crat_atlarge_zalewski and http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/the_tls/article5464942.ece
My third box of the season is certainly the strangest, and, I hope, the most valuable. A long time ago I became a lifetime subscriber to McSweeney's. Issue number 36 just came in the mail - in the form of a head shaped like a box.
My last and greatest box is this: