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Yes, I failed. Not only did I violate my self-imposed moratorium and buy a new book within days of announcing the plan to clear my reading backlog, but I cheated constantly on my selection of short books. One minute I’m reading The Perfect Nanny when my eyes wander over to the shelf where Durrell’s Justine has been gathering dust for years, and before I know it I am in Alexandria and planning to buy the last two books in the quartet, and then the books for the reading group arrive, and then…

So in the spirit of Kierkegaard’s despair of possibility, which is all I remember or likely misremember from Existentialism and Phenomenology class other than an abiding hatred for Heidegger, I have hatched another plan:

Read short story anthologies. Stories require less prolonged concentration than novels; in theory this regimen should help me build up my wrecked attention span.

Good luck to me.