Finally, I read volume one of The History of Sexuality, by Michel Foucault (159 pages). Not gonna lie, I was a little underwhelmed by this. I find this is often the case with people whose analysis has so thoroughly pervaded the critical atmosphere as Foucault–when you go back to the source material, it seems a little stale and obvious. I think he was making a point about the difference between sexuality and sex. I also think he was talking about how our culture silences sexuality in order to preserve the preternatural power of sex? I dunno. I’m taking a course this fall that should explain it a little more. At any rate, I have the last two volumes of the series in which to resolve any questions I had regarding his thesis (my parents got them for me as a high school graduation present. How BAMF is that?)

Currently I’m finishing up Vanity Fair, which is 799 fricking pages, which is why I don’t have any more books to post about.