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I finally got around to building my fiction syllabus. In pursuit of the question, "how should an essay writer read?", I'm mapping out all the different ways I want to educate myself. One of them, reading and analyzing essays, is obvious and underway, the bulk of Essay Architecture. But the 2nd focus was focused on nonfiction curators, historians, and biographers—I already shared that list. Now this 3rd focus is fiction.

This list started with some big bad novels, like Moby Dick, Middlemarch, and Infinite Jest. Realistically, if I were to pursue any one of those, they'd likely suck the oxygen away from anything else I'm reading. My current approach to read something like 10 books per month, not in full, but 1-3 chapters from each, coordinated among each other. I could possibly read something like Infinite Jest over 6 months, but I imagine I would lose a lot from going in and out, and often lose context of what I read last month. Maybe there's a way where, for one month a year, I block out the whole month to read something very long. For now, going to skip that (I can experiment with long books after this already ambitious system proves it can sustain for 1-2 years).

And so this limited my fiction criteria to things I could knock out in a few days. Decided to run with short novels and novellas (100-200 words) and also short-story collections (where I'd select a few that can be read in a similar span). I like this approach because it gives me a wide range of different voices and approaches to world-building, character building, etc. Where the essay is anchored in the questioning of the author, and nonfiction is anchored in ideas, fiction is anchored in the confluence of people and place, and the implicit virtues you parse out from the circumstance.

You can get the whole reading list on syllabus for $208.

• Atwood, Stone Mattress, 2014 (Alphinland, Revenant, Dark Lady, The Dead Hand Loves You = 130p) $9
• Balle, On the Calculation of Volume Part I, 2024 (160p) $10
• Borges, Ficciones, 1944 (The Library of Babel, Funes the Memorious, The Garden of Forking Paths, The Imortal, Death and the Compass = 64p) $8
• Butler, Bloodchild and Other Stories, 1995 (Bloodchild, Speech Sounds, The Evening and the Morning and the Night, Amnesty = 115p) $9
• Chekhov, Selected Stories of Anton Chekhov, 2002 (A Boring Story, The Darling, The Man in a Case, Gooseberries = 86p) $11
• Chiang, Stories of Your Life, 2002 (Story of Your Life, Understand, Hell Is the Absence of God = 100p) $9
• Davis, The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis, 2009 (Break It Down, Story, The Thirteenth Woman, Kafka Cooks Dinner, Varieties of Disturbance, We Miss You & selected shorts = 80p) $15
• Dickens, A Christmas Carol and Other Christmas Books, 1843 (90p) $6
• Dostoyevsky, The Best Short Stories of Fyodor Dostoevsky (Notes from the Underground, The Peasant Marey, A Gentle Creature, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man = 176p) $7
• Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther, 1744 (130p) $3
• Hemingway, The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway, 1938 (Hills Like White Elephants, A Clean Well-Lighted Place, The Snows of Kilimanjaro, Indian Camp, Big Two-Hearted River, Old Man at the Bridge, A Day's Wait, Now I Lay Me, The Gambler the Nun and the Radio, Cross-Country Snow (104p) $17
• Hesse, Siddhartha, 1922 (150p) $4
• Johnson, The History of Rasselas, Prince of Abissinia, 1759 (120p) $5
• Joyce, Dubliners, 1914 ("The Dead", "Araby" "The Sisters" "A Painful Case" "Eveline" "Counterparts" "A Little Cloud" "Clay") " (111p) $1
• Kafka, The Metamorphosis, 1915 (75p) $9
• Kerouac, The Subterraneans, 1958 (110p) $10
• Le Guin, The Unreal and the Real, 2012 (The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas, The Wife's Story, Buffalo Gals Won't You Come Out Tonight, Nine Lives, Vaster Than Empires and More Slow = 150p) $10
• Munro, Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage, 2001 (The Bear Came Over the Mountain, Family Furnishings, = 68pp) $7
• Porter, The Collected Stories of Katherine Anne Porter, 1965 (The Jilting of Granny Weatherall, Flowering Judas, Theft, Noon Wine, Pale Horse Pale Rider = 135p) $16
• Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Illyich and Other Stories, 1866 (The Death of Ivan Illyich, Father Sergius, Alyosha the Pot, Hadji Murat = 232) $14
• Vonnegut, Welcome to the Monkey House, 1968 (Harrison Bergeron, Welcome to the Monkey House, Long Walk to Forever, Miss Temptation, All the Kings Horses, Tom Edison's Shaggy Dog, New Dictionary, More Stately Mansions, Report on the Barnhouse Effect, The Euphio Question, Unready to Wear, The Kid Nobody Could Handle, EPICAC, Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow = 168p) $6
• Wallace, Oblivion (Good Old Neon, Another Pioneer, The Soul is Not a Smithy = 105p) $10
• Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1890 (190p) $6
• Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway, 1925 (190p) $7

I asked Claude about the running themes: awakening late in life, the divided/counterfeit self, free will, the dignity of ordinary people, the sacredness of attention, and memento mori as a clarifying lens. Many are anchored in a single day. Some try to synthesize virtues, others accept a messy plurality. I also asked "how might I change after reading this?" and it replied: "you'll re-weigh the ordinary day"; you'll get a sharper instrument for self-deception"; "you'll relocate ethics from achievement to attention and kindness"; "mortality becomes a working tool, not a fear."

What and how you read should heavily depend on what your goal is. Outputs shape inputs. When someone insists you go back to read The Great Books, in order, in their entirety, they're giving you bad advice. It's not that those books aren't great—I hope to read Paradise Lost and Dante's Inferno and Finnegan's Wake and the Odyssey before I die— the problem is it's too generic a suggestion. To spend thousands of hours deep in the canon will obviously change you, but that's equivalent of throwing a beginner into the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, hoping they'll figure it out, with no sense of what their goals are.

If your goal is to write essays (every day, week, or month), then you're reading diet should look very different from a philosopher, professor, or researcher. You might not need to be a professional reader, but you should still strive to be a serious one. 3-4 hours a day might not be feasible, but 30-60 minutes per day through an intentionally selected list of sources will slowly build maps of material to fuse into your work.

If you're an essayist, you read so that concepts, forms, feelings, and words are always within reach from an idea of your own. It's no use quoting Aristotle from memory if you can't bend Aristotle to augment an original idea of your own.

It's time to make a syllabus. I've been guilty my whole life of haphazardly reading books and essays as I come across them, but now that I'm over 5 years into writing essays, I feel it's time to be more intentional. This essay is the artifact of me mapping out what, why, and how I'll be reading in the next 2-3 years. I've broken it into four practices: reading for ideas, reading for craft, reading for words, reading for feeling.

Reading for ideas

Since essays are so personal, it's very possible to draw from nothing else than the bank of your own life experience. Memory is absolutely one realm of material, but also, it helps to pull concepts from the world around you, in your time and in all times before. Anyone is exposed to some sliver of culture, and I suppose you could just rely on that. But there's another path which involves actively educating yourself.

Before I dive into the details of philosophy or history, I'm going to build a map. I want to go wide, not deep, because my existing maps are too fuzzy. ie: Who was Thomas Aquinas? Who influenced him, who did he influence, and could I hand write an essay on three of his big ideas? Until I can do that with 100 figures from antiquity to now, all interconnected in a web, I'm not prepared to dive into any Great Book. It would be a tremendous waste of time, for me at this moment in my life, to read The Leviathan by Hobbes in full, especially when I could read 30 pages on it from Alan Ryan, a philosopher-curator, whose prose is 400 years more modern, and who can contextualize old ideas into the full history. In the time I could finish one book from Hobbes, I could read Ryan's entire textbook and know 30 different thinkers at much higher resolution than I know now. By the end, I'll have an updated index on the history of political philosophy, and maybe I'll know that—based on my current writings—it makes more sense to dive into Rousseau in full.

How would my mind be different if I found and read the best curator across every field?

There's a specific kind of book I'm looking for to update my maps. It's not a textbook. It's similar in it's encyclopedic range, except it is slanted by a thesis, animated through a fervent voice, and concerned with the psychology behind the person known for an idea (instead of just biographical facts). Each chapter focuses on a figure for 25-50 pages, which feels like the right level of immersion. It might take 2 hours, compared to 20 hours for the source, and 20 seconds for Claude. While AI can surface historical ideas perfectly suited for your working draft, the problem is you outsourcing your recall. The recommendations are mechanical, impersonal, and worst of all, disembodied: you can't do it in your own head. By reading a sharp longform essay on Aquinas, his ideas will crystallize in my head and load into my subconscious; I'll know when he's relevant to my ideas at the layer of thinking itself.

The nudge to read all of Aquinas from scratch, on principle, is like asking a software developer to derive Internet standards from scratch instead of using libraries and plug-ins. For any thinker that matters, there's at least one person who spent a good deal of their life deeply understanding the source and distilling the concepts for you.

I'm going to share my working list, but the main caveat here is I'm not going in any particular order, and it's not necessary to read cover-to-cover. In any given month I'll be reading 1-2 chapters from 10 of these 24 books. In 45 minutes per day, I can get through most of this by the end of 2028 (2.5 years from now). Everything was published within the last one hundred years, and the whole thing costs $327.

• Literature: Harold Bloom, The Western Canon: The Book and School of the Ages (1994) $11
• Essays: Karshan & Murphy, On Essays (2020) $27
• Architecture: Kenneth Frampton, Modern Architecture: A Critical History (1980) $15
• Arts: Kenneth Clark, Civilization (1969) $3
• Design, Christopher Alexander, A Pattern Language (1971), $34
• Poetry: Nineteenth Century American Poetry (1996) $9
• Politics: Alan Ryan, On Politics (2012) $15
• History: William & Ariel Durant, Lessons of History (1968) $14
• Economics: Richard Heilbroner, Worldly Philosophers (1953)
• Science: Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything (2003) $11
• Mathematics: Morris Kline, Mathematics: The Loss of Certainty (1980)
• Technology: Walter Isaacson, The Innovators (2014) $17
• Media: Denis D. Cali, Mapping Media Ecology (2017) $47
• Cosmology: Brian Greene, The Hidden Reality: Parallel Universes and the Deep Laws of the Cosmos (2011) $5
• Philosophy: Bertrand Russell, History of Western Philosophy (1945) $8
• Psychology: Morton Hunt, The Story of Psychology (1993) $12
• Antiquity: Arthur Hugh Clough, Plutarch's Lives (Volumes I and II) (2018) $10
• Religion: Huston Smith, The World's Religions (1958) $12
• Christianity: Fifth Edition, The New Oxford Annotated Bible with Apocrypha (2018) $16
• Orthodoxy: Kalliostes Ware, The Orthodox Way (1979) $10
• Mythology: Mircea Eliade, Patterns of Comparative Religion (1949) $17
• Esoterica: Manly P. Hall, The Secret Teachings of All Ages (1928) $1
• Hermeticism: Franz Bardon, Initiation into Hermetics (1956) $20
• Death: The Oxford Book of Death (1983) PDF

You'll notice that all the links above are Kindle. This is because I want to have my highlights as atomic markdown files. The goal is not to read, but to write! Mapping and reading is just the setup so that I can read through and find highlights that spark original reactions. Montaigne's whole idea was to talk to his library, to be in conversation with the past through his books. And so the goal here is not to finish X books per year, but to produce original material. This is close to sounding like a Zettlekasten, but I should clarify that I don't plan to meticulously arrange my private highlights. A highlight is simply a prompt for an original paragraph that will immediately live on my website.

Other ways to read

I haven't spent as much time mapping out the other three modes, so I'll cover them briefly below, knowing I'll expand them later.

• Reading for craft: If you writing essays, then reading them is how you learn through osmosis. It's where you pick up on the patterns on form and voice, consciously and subconsciously. My thinking here is to pick one essayists per week, read as much I'm inspired to, and move on. It's important to cycle here, because hanging too long on any one writer might lock you into a particular influence without realizing. I'm planning a summer syllabus for Essay Club so we can do this as a group.
• Reading for words: Two years ago, I got really into reference books: dictionaries, usage dictionaries, the thesaurus, etymology, and even specialized dictionaries (on architecture, philosophy, scientific concepts). Sometimes I'd read cover to cover (futile), and others I'd practice words in ANKI. Expanding your vocabulary is seen is a pretentious thing to do today, when so much is geared towards simplicity and accessibility. Won't a rare word alienate the average user in your audience? No, because in the right context, ambitious words can increase the resolution in how you describe something. There's a joy in searching for words, but again, this comes back to returning to them repeatedly until it's actually coming through your prose.
• Reading for feeling: Novels and poetry are less about collecting bits to synthesize into your work. This is more an act of expanding your understanding of how words can make you feel. Less about analysis, more about immersion.

Where do I have to grow? Not just as a writer, but a thinker, and more importantly, a person? It’s dangerous to stop asking this question; it’s too easy to see yourself as fully matured, individuated and at your edge. Even the self-labeled "curiosity seekers" may unknowingly confine themselves to a shape. We identify with our skills and clumsiness, our knowledge and gaps, and assume these as static traits of our nature. From the other end, someone once told me there’s nothing they could learn from fiction, since they have no doubts on who they are. Can you not have both? To propel forward with confidence on your proven strengths, but also with the humility that you have much to learn? I am grateful for how architecture school set off an explosive inner drive in me, and certainly do feel I've cultivated a unique way of seeing things, but surely I'm blind in ways I can't see, with some habits I must have gotten very wrong, and if continued unfixed, will clamp me down from greatness.

Greatness! I shouldn't be shy to admit what I strive for, to feel the subtle pressure to play down my quest for complete, utter, spine-chilling mastery as a cool and casual endeavor. What is the root of this? Maybe I can tell you but I will likely be guessing and justifying.

One guess is that I've been receptive/perceptive to feel the viscerality of great works—in architecture, music, writing—and it feels to me there's no greater ability than being able to do that myself. This isn't unique to me of course, it's possibly what drives at least half of artists, but I imagine many people are content experiencing art in all its fullness with no desire of making it themselves (no desire to make, or to recreate that experience in others).

I know it’s vain (and dangerous) to want extrinsic fame, and more measured to do things for the love of it, intrinsically. But if it were purely intrinsic, would I not just journal and take my words to the grave? I could riffed on the intrinsic benefits—ie: it simply feels like great to pick something you enjoy and commit to improving through your whole life—but also, if you take that idea seriously, it’s not enough to just enjoy it uncritically, because your blind spots may prevent you from reaching your greatest internal heights.

This makes it worthwhile to understand the caliber of the minds and lives around you, and throughout history, to estimate yours in relation to theirs. Of course, "comparison is the thief of joy," but there's a way to get feedback without letting it consciously or subconsciously crush you. I imagine a reasonable person just makes an assumption, that someone they're inspired by is just made differently. Instead, we each have a range of extreme and unreasonable actions available to us, that if we act upon consistently for years, can evolve us out of one head and into another.

There’s a level of contradiction here, where I’m totally happy writing in obscurity as a suburban dad, and it’s fine if no one but my daughter ever reads my work, and also I want to unblock all my obstacles so that it increases the odds and eliminates the luck of becoming “a figure,” someone beyond my local Dunbar limits, outside my audience, and if I'm being honest, outside the 21st century. I realize this might be a confession of vanity, but I don’t think it’s for the sake of being known or idolized, for I’d do the whole thing anonymously or pseudonymously if that’s what it took. I’m an introvert and very much appreciate my solitude. But to rise above the filter of obscurity from great work is to offer others the experience that triggered me to make stuff in the first place. There's a sense of paying it forward.

Again, I'm not sure here if I'm trying to justify an inner, hidden vanity of mine, or if there really is a paradox worth sitting with. A different and possibly wiser point of view is to be indifferent to outcomes. Mastery is all you need: sometimes it gets recognized and sometimes it doesn't. Figures without mastery are idols, influencers, farces. What matters is the inner quest to transcend your limits.

So back to the original question, what are my limits? I am under-studied compared to Huxley, under-lived to Kerouac, unexplored compared to Pessoa, inarticulate to Woolf, unwise to Christ. And so half the battle is in trying to sustain conversations with these people, through their work, for a full decade, until you absorb their particularities into your own essence; but also book knowledge is useless unless you live and integrate it; that involves courage, which is not something you absorb in prose.

That is the bottleneck to everything, to life and art: courage. We each have to overcome our sheepishness and strive to live in Third ways. And while I have extreme courage in some areas, I am a coward in many others (I will spare you the accounting). How do you wring that out of your nerves? It is the limiting constraint in everything. It is the weakest link. In each sport I played as a kid, I had one trait of excellence that was rendered useless by a handicap: the hardest shot in soccer but I could not dribble; the best rebounder who could not lay up; the golden glove with a wimp’s arm; lightning legs but Super Mario sprinting form. Likewise, I can’t write or live without courage.

And so really I’m six years into writing, the same length of time I spent in architecture school, but as if I built my own curriculum. I am only at square one with everything ahead of me.

Here's a list of what I'm reading through May. The strategy is to gather a bunch of well-written anthologies and textbooks across different fields, read them on Kindle, highlight a lot, and then get into conversations with them (that part of the process is TBD):

• Alan Ryan, On Politics: introduction + chapters on Hobbes/Locke
• Harold Bloom, The Western Canon: Introduction + chapter on Montaigne
• Plutarch's Lives: introduction + chapters on Thesseus/Romulus and their comparison
• Russel Brand, A History of Western Philosophy: Introduction, Pythagoras, Liberalism, Locke, Hegel
• How to Read a Book: Part One (Ch 1-5)
• Collins Dictionary: The letter A (TBD, I only have this physical, but want to get back into language)
• Michel de Montaigne, Essais Vol 1-3: Starting with the abridged translation by Screech and then backfilling)
• Alexis de Tocqueville: introduction + Vol 2.1 Ch 1-3, 17; Vol 2.4 Ch 1-4,8,13,20; Vol 2.4 Ch 6-8

I want to be in conversation with my books. This was Montaigne’s whole thing. He did this for 10 years. I can’t help but think that Kindle/eBooks/digital reading is a better format for this. If I were only reading, ie: if I were retreating into a tower to retire and die, then I’d see the appeal of doing it all by hand. But this is maybe a 3rd of 5th or realistically 10th priority. I’m called to it, but given the range of things I’m juggling, efficiency actually does matter here. I know efficiency does bring invisible amputations, but also, if I’m not efficient here, I might just not do it in the first place. Since all my highlights sync to Obsidian, I can build a writing app that loads in highlights and then let’s me write directly to them.

I suppose the counter-argument is that I am juggling too many things. If I were really to choose, to pick the project I’d have to do, it would probably be to focus on building my business to support my family, but that also cuts me off from soul and spontaneity in the first place, and so this whole reading/writing for leisure thing is a healthy counter-balance.

Every generation needs to find its invisible canon to solve its crises:

The last 2 years have been a deep dive into essay composition, but I want to think harder about taste. Of course, I believe fundamentals come first. If you don’t have fluency to express thoughts, then it doesn’t matter what your taste it. Taste without articulation is something like a status trap. People take pride in sitting at the intersection of three particular aesthetics, and using it as a razor to justify their artistic decisions, an excuse to avoid the militaristic discipline required to learn the fundies.

I’m sure there are proper terms for this, but I’m going to riff on taste and derive it all from scratch. Could be fun to read back on this in 10 years.

Yes, anyone can have a taste developed through circumstance, but that’s “narrow taste.” Algorithms make it easier to fall into taste traps. You see the same thing over and over; you are a Substack psychographic; confident in your uniqueness, but you’ve been force fed the same slop as 1.2 million other people.

And then there’s “wide taste,” which is a lifelong practice of reading from odd, competing, singular, idiosyncratic silos. Only by being well-read can you actually build proper maps of a culture. There really isn’t a shortcut to cultivate taste, it takes tremendous time and effort; without it you’ll only be able to cling to feeble, flimsy opinions.

But it’s not enough to read widely; there’s “discerning taste,” the ability to selectively pluck out a small percent of the things you’ve read and deem them as special. 

Ultimately there are questions on what to read, and well-read people tend to point to old books, the canon, but that feels like outsourcing your discernment. What good is the canon? Sure, if it's survived for centuries, there's probably something to it, but it risks turning you into a homogenized intellectual if that's your only source (and yet also, it helps to know the classics so you can speak that language, but it's probably best to supplement with 50% nn-canonical sources).

The question behind the question is this: what is the point of a serious reading habit? I’d argue that you read to understand the range of ways that words can move you, and to accumulate ideas and lenses that help you navigate the circumstance of your life and generation. The western canon might have some overlap, but not all Great Books are the books you need. The western canon is helpful as a history of literature, a record of how the species bursted through with original linguistic concepts and forms. That matters! That’s worth studying if you want to understand your heritage, your species, the norms of older times, and the outer limits of language.

But from a perspective of “renaissance” or “revival,” to surface old ideas to help our current situation, that’s a very different canon. So the word “canon” is flexible. You hear people making “personal canons” all the time now, which are effectively, just the books you like. There are also "tech canons" and even the "China tech canon." But you could argue that as society mutates, each generation has their own invisible canon, some combination of obscure books, that if discovered could help them navigate the narrow passage oftheir time.

Can AI have taste in this kind of canon creation? Maybe a culture progressively rots if each generation is unable to find the scattered canon that’s destined to them, and maybe AI can help reverse our fumblings. The question then is, what do humans lose? What matters in the act of canon creation? The orientation (the thesis on what’s worth finding), the mapping (selecting the books), the reading (digesting old books), or the synthesis (making new things from old readings)?

I asked as AI about what we lose, and here's what it said, which I don't buy:

But Taste—true, earned taste—is a byproduct of the inefficiency of finding those things yourself. When you hunt for the “Generational Canon” manually, you have to wade through trash. You have to read ten books that don’t resonate to find the one that vibrates in your hand. That wasted time isn’t waste; it’s calibration. It provides the contrast necessary for “discerning taste.” If an AI hands you a perfect platter of 10/10 bangers that align perfectly with your soul, you lose the ability to detect why they are good. You become a connoisseur who has never tasted a bad wine, which is to say, you aren’t a connoisseur at all; you’re just a consumer of high-quality inputs.

I think there is enough discernment and active reading within a book that helps with calibration. ie: I'd rather read through the right recommended book 5 teams, then wastefully read 4 books that were trash, so that I can find the right book and read it once. My gut says that the beginning and end of the workflows are most important: orientation and synthesis. The mapping work is for specialized canon makers, which could be humans or agents. Even when AI provides you a map, there's still research to do on each book, and discernment on where to plunge.

The reading part is more nuanced. Of course, when you don't read, you can't synthesize. But maybe AI can assist us finding the right things in a given book. As in, maybe Infinite Jest is just so thick that I'm going to procrastinate on starting for a decade. But maybe there's a 50-page excerpt in the middle that is hyper-relevant to the month I'm open to having AI summarize the beginning and end, so that I can dive in and experience the right passage at the right time. This doesn't replace reading the full thing, and maybe that will happen in a future stage of my life. This feels like a middle ground—I'm not saying I want to extract summaries and factoids for other purposes; I do want to immerse in the text for 10-20 hours, I just don't have 100-200 hours in that given month, and so in this case AI is doing what a college professor does: curate.

I have become much better at determining if I should buy a book or not, I think. Yes, a bookstore is a portal of portals, but realistically, some books have enough friction to prevent you from going through them. I found some books on Ernst/alchemy that felt aligned with what I want to learn, but after reading 2 pages, I can tell that there’s little attention to prose; it’s thick and long and I don’t have months of open time. Either make it a short essay to convey the idea, or give me a long book with careful prose. A long technical book only appeals to a specialist, and right now I’m a generalist.

There is an intimidation in knowing you’ll never read all that you want to read and never write all that you want to write. There are nearby dimensions you could know but won’t. "βίος βραχύς, ἡ δὲ τέχνη μακρή," or "Ars longa," vita brevis," or "Life is short, the art is long." That aphorism was originally by Hippocrates about the practice of medicine, but Chaucer extended it in 1380: "The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne." Those phrases acknowledge the fact, but not the dread or urgency behind it.