Cornell in the summer is blissfully empty– even of academics.  In the absence of faculty and graduate students, I nabbed a big bag of French and German books for three dollars apiece:

1. Yoko Tawada’s “Das Nackte Auge”

2. A couple of German crime novels of dubious literary quality

3. Octave Mirbeau’s “Le jardin des supplices”

4. A bit of French theory– Frédéric Neyrat’s “Surexposés,” published in 2004 by Lignes Manifestes

5. Poetry by Jarry (“Gestes et opions du docteur Faustroll, pataphysicien”) and Artaud (“Pour en finir avec le jugement du dieu”)