profound in different ways

Long Walk to Freedom, by Nelson Mandela. Wow, I finished reading this on the day Mandela was released from prison after 27 years. Crazy coincidence! Anyway, I think autobiography might be a bit much for me as a genre, it was certainly interesting throughout, but also pondorous simply in being almost the entirety of someone's life. So, something of a discipline-requiring task to finish, however much I learned a great deal about everything from the mind of a great man like Mandela and the history of South Africa; I feel like I know much more about the struggle against apartheid by knowing it from Mandela's mind and experience, than I could know from any article about it. One thing, near the end he notes he's always had trouble relating his feelings and emotions, and at that I realized, that would have made it a whole lot better for someone of mindset, as that's really what I was more interested in than the more bare-fact of most of it.

True Porn, Vol. 2, by a whole slew of people. Wow. I'll admit, I was looking for some quirky titillation, from autobiographical stories about sex by the artist/writers. But I really didn't get much of any arousal at all from it; the stories range from insane to melancholy to sweet to heartbreaking to funny to sickening. Just...a whole range of humanity, and then you realize it's only a slice of reality. Hard to read, and yet horribly addictive and hard to put down. I better get what people are looking for when they say they want something more "authentic" - I think it's what affects you like this does, mayhap.

A for Andromeda sounds original and intriguing, go 1960s

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