I don't think I really want to read Somerset Maugham. The closest I've come to bothering with him is the Bill Murray movie of The Razor's Edge and for such a serious personal project (Murray only agreed to be in Ghostbusters if they'd let you do it!) it was basically a transparent flop.
I'm reading a book about social anxiety and shyness. Nothing interesting really. I re-read Lexicon Devil, a book about the Germs that uses a sort of literary equivalent of a talking-heads movie type technique. I already reviewed this book once but the crap about Darby and Pat Smear attending a $cientology-run high school (actually, a kind of secret "school within a school" called IPS where they treated kids like crap but let them grade themselves) is FASCINATING. And Darby was, like, one of the strangest splits between an intellectual and a posturing dumbass in the history of celebrities...he read all sorts of crazy philosophy lit as a teenager but people interviewed in the book said that Darby couldn't even spell the word "art." He basically thrived on drawing people to him like a cult leader, but seemingly knew he was going to just kill himself on purpose with dope some day. Then there's the split between the LA punk scene when the Germs were just starting (and they gained their fame by having no talent and just going on stage and throwing food), and when it got taken over by skinheads and surf punks from South Bay who wanted to be Black Flag. Also lots of interviews with scumbags like Kim Fowley and Rodney Bingenheimer.
If it weren't for Trump (and his mentor Roy Cohn! Don't forget that!) Kim Fowley would probably be a strong contender for the most shameless man who ever lived.