The Don Quixote Plunge
This weekend I picked up the newly designed Penguin Classics edition of Cervantes’ Don Quixote. It’s going to be a commitment but hopefully within a few months I will have crushed this tomb and come out a better man for it. I love the newly retooled Penguin Classics editions. I wish I could have them all neatly lined up on a book shelf. Not that I can really critically discern the subtle differences, but the edition I bought is the John Rutherford translation and not the popular Edith Grossman translation.

So far I’ve spent more time thinking about the old arcade game Super Don Quix-ote (that I used to play at Chuck E. Cheese), than I have reading the book. I’ve also been tracing some of the design history of the early Penguin Classic book covers.

Moreover, I’ve been busy compiling a list of ‘music to read quixote by’, which begins with: Kevin Shileds, Bonobo, and The Merken Dream. Now I need to get to the task at hand and actually read the damn thing.

(Note: above image contains a beautiful photo of grass taken by my step-father Peter.)