This dovetails well with my “go on tour” goal pretty well. During my 2002 cross-country trip I picked out the largest, most inpenetrable books in my shelf that I would never read otherwise, because Canada is a large country and small books would barely be a drop in the bucket that is the vastness of the prairies. That got me through Gravity’s Rainbow and Moby Dick.
Fortunately I’m blessed with a constitution allowing me to read while in a moving vehicle, so I hope to take my upcoming two-month spell on the highway as an opportunity to finish off Don Quixote and maybe some Dostoevsky. What’s this? A collected anthology of Mark Twain’s writings? Okay, I’ll stow it next to Augustine’s City of God. Big books for big trips.