Canon (of my own).
A lot of these posts are meant for my daughters at some point. In case they ever care to ask “I wonder why he thought that way?” Hopefully they’ll be able to ask me whatever they want for as long as they are curious to ask, but who knows what’s around the bend.
This is a canon of books; it’s mine. These books helped shape my thinking, and they helped shaped my idea of what art is. I’m just going to do it from memory at first and then add to it as time goes on. Any misspellings have nothing to do with a lack of respect for the authors or their work.
Le Canon de BDJ:
Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut
Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy
The Iliad by Homer
The Odyssey by Homer
Red Cavalry by Isaac Babel
The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien
The Butcher Boy by Patrick McCabe
Beckett’s Trilogy by Samuel Beckett
Dubliners by James Joyce
The Third Policeman by Flann O’Brien
Beowulf by a bunch of dead people
The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien
All the Sherlock Holmes Stories (these got me through my deployment in Saudi Arabia)
Song of Napalm by Bruce Weigl
Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson
Jesus’ Son by Denis Johnson
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
Dispatches by Michael Herr
Barn Burning by William Faulkner (other stories of his too, but this one was the best for me).
The Stick Soldiers by Hugh J. Martin
The Quail Who Wears the Shirt by Jeremy T. Wilson
Okay, and that is it for now. I’ll do a canon of movies and music as well, but this is more than enough for one day.