Having read this morning Christopher Bram's terrific Hold Tight, I've cleared the shelves here at the dear old Hawaii State Library of all the other books by our latest favourite gay author. Additionally I'm going to check out Freud's Civilization and its Discontents, just in case I missed something, and, for the same reason, Carl Dahlhaus's Schoenberg and the New Music. Honey and vitriol. Ambrosia and gall. For a balanced weekend's reading. I've already found, from a serious enough reading of the first few pages of Civilization, etc., that there is sometimes profit in reading something you know is horseshit--just keeping it focused on its being utterly pointless drivel, apart from the author's perfectly obvious self-serving fraud and deceit. Really, it helps to understand Freud to read him in this light. And I'm supposing that the same sort of truths will surface in taking an utterly disbelieving run through Dahlhaus's solemn absurdities.