Reading Accidents

For some reason, I liked this formulation of Graham’s:

After a long day’s work, I found myself accidentally reading…

psychoanalysisMore “accidental” reading (and posting) please. This phrase is notable when you juxtapose it with this from Larval Subjects:

What are we to make, for example, of Graham’s obsession with Gibbon? As I read Harman’s daily posts about Gibbon, I can’t help but feel that I’m encountering something purely singular and inarticulable. As Graham himself would admit, I’m sure, there is something deeply libidinal in this obsession, a jouissancethat falls outside of language, even though it seems to be all about language. 

But I do have to ask—why the italics on Gibbon as if it’s a surprise choice? My father, I’ll admit, had the classical Catholic primary school education, one that I think leaves you with esoteric choices later on in life when you have books, and these books included Gibbon. (And several volumes of Churchill on the history of the British peoples.) So maybe that’s why I don’t find it odd…since when I was in Scotland and needed something for the ride, grabbing Gibbon was a way of remembering times when I was young and bored and scanning around Gibbon for choice paragraphs. Grief, this whole dork academic thing was preordained, wasn’t it?