Aeolienne, you might want to look up 'Briggflatts' by Basil Bunting if you're into Quakerism, English poetry and Baroque music. It's a long poem amongst a set which he oddly refers to as Sonatas, although it's pre-Baroque rules he goes by - or doesn't go by. It's a pretty major modernist English landmark poem but if Heaney's English I don't know what'll be in that collection.
Thanks for that suggestion. Unfortunately Basil Bunting wasn't in the Oxford Library of English Poetry, and as for Heaney - Seamus Heaney - he's Irish. The intro to the three-volume "Library" says:
The object of this collection is to provide a representative sample of the main course of English poetry during the last four centuries - taking the word "English" to refer to language more than to nationality, and remembering that many of the most famous poets bred in these islands have been Scottish, Welsh, or Irish.
Hmm...
What's Foucault's Pendulum like?
Well, here's the blurb for starters: Three book editors, jaded by reading far too many crackpot manuscripts on the mystic and the occult, are inspired to have some fun by an extraordinary conspiracy story told to them by a strange colonel. They start feeding random bits of information into a powerful computer capable of inventing connections between the entries, thinking they are creating nothing more than an amusing game, but then their game starts to take over, the deaths start mounting, and they are forced into a frantic search for the truth.
So you could call it a forerunner (1988) of The Da Vinci Code, and in fact Umberto Eco does once quote from its source The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail, but FP much more intellectually taxing. I must confess I didn't find it easy to follow. Reading it in small installments before bed probably didn't help - it might be more suited to holiday reading. A friend gave it to me last year for my birthday. I remember he was intrigued when I told him that my Italian ancestors (four generations back) had come from Piedmont, the region where last year's Winter Olympics were held. He remarked how Eco had said that the Piedmontese were renowned for their wicked sense of humour and scepticism, or something like that. This is from chapter 5:
Diotallevi and Belbo, both from Piedmont, often claimed that any good Piedmontese had the ability to listen politely, look you in the eye, and say "You think so?" in a tone of such apparent sincerity that you immediately felt his profound disapproval. I was a barbarian, they used to say: such subtleties would always be lost on me.
"Barbarian?" I would protest. "I may have been born in Milan, but my family came from Val d'Aosta."
"Nonsense," they said. "You can always tell a genuine Piedmontese immediately by his skepticism."
There was a recent book claiming Joyce, Yeats, Beckett...pretty much all modern Irish literature... as autistic.
Last book by an Irish write I read was In Code: A Mathematical Journey by Sarah Flannery. Don't think she's Aspie; her social skills sound too good for that.
And finally, to answer Tiger of Malaysia's question - Body Language: The secret language of body gestures and postures that reveal what we really think and mean by Carolyn Boyes.