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The Library

These are mostly titles that I have read in the past few years. 

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I plead guilty to being mostly history and philosophy, but there is variety.  I select them completely on what sounds interesting to me at the time.

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Democracy in American by Alexis de Tocqueville

One of the finest books ever written about the United States. What’s remarkable is how fully it holds its value nearly two centuries later—its insights still quoted by contemporary commentators, its observations still sharp. Even when it was first published in 1835, readers were struck by how balanced and perceptive it was, especially coming from someone who wasn’t American. An invaluable work of political and social understanding, and all the more impressive for having been written in French. Truly remarkable.

Eichmann in Jerusalem: The Banality of Evil by Hannah Arendt

When Eichmann in Jerusalem came out in 1963, the reaction was intense and deeply divided. Many readers were shocked — even angry — at Arendt’s portrait of Eichmann as an ordinary bureaucrat rather than a monster, and at her criticism of the Jewish Councils during the Holocaust. Those two points sparked the fiercest debate, with some praising her clarity and others accusing her of misunderstanding, oversimplifying, or even blaming victims.
The controversy became a major public argument about how to judge both perpetrators and victims, and it shaped early 1960s thinking about the Holocaust. The book was praised and condemned in equal measure, and the debate around it helped launch decades of scholarship on moral responsibility, complicity, and the nature of evil.

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky

I chose Crime and Punishment because its reputation as one of the great psychological novels made me want to see if it still held its force, even in translation. First published in 1866, it immediately drew attention for how deeply Dostoevsky entered a mind under strain. That intensity hasn’t faded. The moral questions still land, the characters still feel real, and the book earns the reputation that first drew me to it.

“I do not write my book for the public; I write it for myself.”

Michel de Montaigne

(Essais, Book III, Chapter 5)

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