One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest - Ken Kesey
I've been meaning to read this for a while, ever since I read The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. At first I fought it - it'd been a while since I had read fiction and I seemed to resist being sucked in to another world. But damn, Kesey could write. Utterly fantastic job at character and world creation - if that is the endpoint of taking massive amounts of psychosomatic drugs, he's got a helluva selling point (though I suppose one could argue the actual endpoint would be pursued and ultimately arrested by the FBI and seeing your career deteriorate into obscurity - still, perhaps a small price to pay for leaving behind an indelible mark upon culture and a universally-acclaimed work upon American literature). The endpoint of the novel itself has been revealed unto me some time ago, which at times didn't propel me on as it otherwise may have, and colored my perception of it, but the final few pages were such a joyous reclamation of life that it made me want to go out and take on the world. Good stuff. Classic. Read this mother.
Now on to Steven Pinker's The Language Instinct
“It is a strange paradox that today’s central banks are generally staffed by economists, who by and large profess a belief in a theory which says that their jobs are, at the best, unnecessary, and more likely wealth-destroying. Needless to say, this is not a point widely discussed among respectable economists. Nevertheless, it is an issue worth pondering.”
George Cooper, The Origin of Economic Crises