Who doesn't want to be seen as intellectual? With that spirit, I start to read Andre Malraux's Le Condition Humaine. But since I am at best a fake intellectual, I can only read its English translation.
Moreover, to justify my three percent of irrationality --and to avoid being labeled as narrow minded immoral psychology illiterate (ha!)--, I have Daniel Gilbert's Stumbling on Happiness and Marc Hauser's Moral Minds on my desk now. I've just finished Thaler and Sunstein's Nudge that proposes some measures of libertarian paternalism to improve your life (yeah, right)
After learning some introduction to behavioral economics (and the role of psychology in economics), I must admit that I think I suffer from confirmation bias: instead of weakening my rational choice approach, those conflicting information makes me feel the other way around.
I like the readings though, and so far I find the best short summary on the topic is Matthew Rabin's Psychology and Economics, JEL, vol (36) 1, 1998.
On top of my pile of books, there is a promising novel by Jiang Rong, Wolf Totem. The first half of first paragraph reads:
As Chen Zhen looked through the telescope from his hiding place in the snow cave, he saw the steely gaze of a Mongolian grassland wolf. The fine hairs on his body rose up like porcupine quills, virtually pulling his shirt away from his skin.I've never seen a Mongolian wolf, but those words captivate me.
At least that's the plan for summer. But as usual, it's always subject to (very likely) change. How do you call this irrationality, by the way?