I have finally, after nearly 40 years of attempts and false starts, finished
Finnegan's Wake. Yippee!! But don't ask me to tell you what it's about, save that I know it's about 630 pages long.
Due to this, I've decided my brain needs a bit of a break, so aside from my fun reading (I have a copy of Azimov's
Foundation And Earth handy in my bathroom), I've begun Marcel Proust's
A la recherche du temps perdu . . . in translation, of course, as my French is a bad as my German, and nearly as poor as my Klingon. Said translation used to call these six volumes
Rememberance of Things Past, but I understand it is now referred to as
In Search of Lost Time.
Because that newer English title makes me think some guy has misplaced his timecard, I'll continue to refer to it by the former.