Sunday
Feb172008
Read On!
Sunday, February 17, 2008 at 06:20PM
Man, do I like to read. I strive to mostly read good books, but sometimes it can't be helped...bad books do cross my plate. Bad books bother me, they make me feel like I've wasted my time. To make matters worse, I can't easily just put down a book I've started. It's rare that i start a book and don't finish (although it does happen, like with Undaunted Courage. It was just too long and I was too impatient and felt like I had better things to do. I know it's supposed to be a good book and all, but really...) Most bad books I've read, though, I've read from front to back. I can't stop even when I recognize the book stinks.
I read fast, some would say. I say I just read at "real time." I read at the same speed I think or speak. When I'm following along with a conversation in a book, it moves apace pretty much at real time in my head. I can read faster, much faster, but it takes conscious effort to do so, and I fall out of the "zone". When I'm in the "zone", I'm not conscious of the act of actually reading. I'm not aware of words, of turning the pages, of re-reading sections...nothing. The words simply come to represent thought, and in my head I don't "read", per se, I just "think."
People who know me occasionally ask what I've been reading. This, to me, is a bit of a loaded question. On one hand, I'm sometimes tempted to throw out some challenging, eclectic, fabulous title with which they may or may not be familiar. This, of course, means, in turn, that I am sometime tempted to actually buy and read such challenging, eclectic, fabulous titles just so as to be properly armed when the question comes along. This is a bad way to choose books.
On a second hand, books are intensely personal. What books I like may be worlds apart from books you like. What I find stimulating and meaningful and intense, you may find droll, stupid and worthless. To further compound this scenario, you may actually find ME droll, stupid and worthless based on the books I'm reading! I know that I have to fight against this tendency when someone tells me they're 1) reading a Max Lucado book, and 2) they love it! How can I ever look at this person again with anything resembling respect!?! Seriously, I've learned over the years that there's no accounting for reading taste. I'm usually hesitant to recommend, or buy, books for others because there is just no way to ever account for such a personal experience. I don't mind talking about books I like, and why I like them, but I always have to remember that books I like may not be for my neighbor.
NOTE: This is why I despise the reaction to Oprah's Book Club. I don't mind the concept of Oprah recommending books, it's the rabid, uncritical acceptance of these books that irks me. One of purest joys of being a book reader is the discovery process, of following either hints and clues or instinct to locate winners. The serendipity of a good book found beats the mundane nature of a great book recommended any day (in my - ahem - book.)
Here are some books I've read lately, and my opinions:
The Sleeper Awakes and The Time Machine - both by H.G. Wells. Both are "classics" (whatever that means.) Both are prophetic in ways (in The Sleeper Awakes, Wells describes aerial battles taking place in aeroplanes...several years before the Wright brothers and Kitty Hawk.) Both involve what I would call fantastic, wildly imaginative story lines. However, both fall a little flat. The Sleeper Awakes seems to end in mid-sentence, as if Wells grew suddenly tired (like the protagonist in the story), while The Time Machine hinted at much more than it delivered. All in all, though, great reads of a great author.
The Man Who Was Thursday - G.K. Chesterton. Very interesting book, with an odd, surreal feel to it. It being Chesterton, there is a lot of wit and insight into human nature. There is also a lot of Christian allegory here, as you might expect. The premise of the book involves an undercover policeman who infiltrates a group of anarchists. These anarchists have a "council" whereby they name themselves after the days of the week. The book quickly takes bizarre, almost absurd directions as more and more of the anarchist plot is revealed. Again, the ending left me a bit at a lost, but all in all a very worthwhile read.
Personal Finance for Dummies - Well, what can I say. It's for dummies, it's about personal finance, and it's yellow. Some good stuff in there, some which didn't apply to me. Par for the course with the Dummies series.
The Innocent Man - John Grisham. A sensational account of "justice gone bad" in small-town Oklahoma. I'm sure Grisham did his homework, and he does paint a compelling, tragic scene, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that I was 1) only getting a small part of the story, and 2) that Grisham was predisposed to lean heavily on the side of the law and lightly on the accused. A quick, somewhat interesting read which I will only vaguely recollect in 6 months.
The Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad. This book was brilliantly recast as the movie Apocalypse Now. To our 21st century eyes the book may not seem to hold the same psychological power as the movie, but we'd be wrong. It is a dark, compelling, creepy book. This book required my full power as a reader. There was so much going on beneath the surface that I had to read and re-read certain parts. But make no mistake, this is a great book written by an author who's power was on full display. "The horror! The horror!"
The Poisonwood Bible - Barbara Kingsolver. A positively acclaimed author. An "African" theme I might connect with. A pretty cover. How could I go wrong? Blech. This book was one of the "bad" books I wrote about above. I kept waiting, and waiting and waiting and waiting. For something, anything to come along and redeem the price of a hardcover book. No such luck. The story itself had some bright spots, but only in general terms. Nothing grand or even interesting was ever pulled off. This story came, stayed while, and left, all without making the slightest impression on me. The very epitome of why newer books scare me...they receive lots of undeserved attention.
I'll stop here for now. I have a lot of other books to write about, I'll try to get around to some of them later on. I'll also try to put together a list of some of my all-time faves. If you are one of the 4 people in the world who read this, leave me a list of some of your favorite books, maybe I'll give them a go.
I read fast, some would say. I say I just read at "real time." I read at the same speed I think or speak. When I'm following along with a conversation in a book, it moves apace pretty much at real time in my head. I can read faster, much faster, but it takes conscious effort to do so, and I fall out of the "zone". When I'm in the "zone", I'm not conscious of the act of actually reading. I'm not aware of words, of turning the pages, of re-reading sections...nothing. The words simply come to represent thought, and in my head I don't "read", per se, I just "think."
People who know me occasionally ask what I've been reading. This, to me, is a bit of a loaded question. On one hand, I'm sometimes tempted to throw out some challenging, eclectic, fabulous title with which they may or may not be familiar. This, of course, means, in turn, that I am sometime tempted to actually buy and read such challenging, eclectic, fabulous titles just so as to be properly armed when the question comes along. This is a bad way to choose books.
On a second hand, books are intensely personal. What books I like may be worlds apart from books you like. What I find stimulating and meaningful and intense, you may find droll, stupid and worthless. To further compound this scenario, you may actually find ME droll, stupid and worthless based on the books I'm reading! I know that I have to fight against this tendency when someone tells me they're 1) reading a Max Lucado book, and 2) they love it! How can I ever look at this person again with anything resembling respect!?! Seriously, I've learned over the years that there's no accounting for reading taste. I'm usually hesitant to recommend, or buy, books for others because there is just no way to ever account for such a personal experience. I don't mind talking about books I like, and why I like them, but I always have to remember that books I like may not be for my neighbor.
NOTE: This is why I despise the reaction to Oprah's Book Club. I don't mind the concept of Oprah recommending books, it's the rabid, uncritical acceptance of these books that irks me. One of purest joys of being a book reader is the discovery process, of following either hints and clues or instinct to locate winners. The serendipity of a good book found beats the mundane nature of a great book recommended any day (in my - ahem - book.)
Here are some books I've read lately, and my opinions:
The Sleeper Awakes and The Time Machine - both by H.G. Wells. Both are "classics" (whatever that means.) Both are prophetic in ways (in The Sleeper Awakes, Wells describes aerial battles taking place in aeroplanes...several years before the Wright brothers and Kitty Hawk.) Both involve what I would call fantastic, wildly imaginative story lines. However, both fall a little flat. The Sleeper Awakes seems to end in mid-sentence, as if Wells grew suddenly tired (like the protagonist in the story), while The Time Machine hinted at much more than it delivered. All in all, though, great reads of a great author.
The Man Who Was Thursday - G.K. Chesterton. Very interesting book, with an odd, surreal feel to it. It being Chesterton, there is a lot of wit and insight into human nature. There is also a lot of Christian allegory here, as you might expect. The premise of the book involves an undercover policeman who infiltrates a group of anarchists. These anarchists have a "council" whereby they name themselves after the days of the week. The book quickly takes bizarre, almost absurd directions as more and more of the anarchist plot is revealed. Again, the ending left me a bit at a lost, but all in all a very worthwhile read.
Personal Finance for Dummies - Well, what can I say. It's for dummies, it's about personal finance, and it's yellow. Some good stuff in there, some which didn't apply to me. Par for the course with the Dummies series.
The Innocent Man - John Grisham. A sensational account of "justice gone bad" in small-town Oklahoma. I'm sure Grisham did his homework, and he does paint a compelling, tragic scene, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that I was 1) only getting a small part of the story, and 2) that Grisham was predisposed to lean heavily on the side of the law and lightly on the accused. A quick, somewhat interesting read which I will only vaguely recollect in 6 months.
The Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad. This book was brilliantly recast as the movie Apocalypse Now. To our 21st century eyes the book may not seem to hold the same psychological power as the movie, but we'd be wrong. It is a dark, compelling, creepy book. This book required my full power as a reader. There was so much going on beneath the surface that I had to read and re-read certain parts. But make no mistake, this is a great book written by an author who's power was on full display. "The horror! The horror!"
The Poisonwood Bible - Barbara Kingsolver. A positively acclaimed author. An "African" theme I might connect with. A pretty cover. How could I go wrong? Blech. This book was one of the "bad" books I wrote about above. I kept waiting, and waiting and waiting and waiting. For something, anything to come along and redeem the price of a hardcover book. No such luck. The story itself had some bright spots, but only in general terms. Nothing grand or even interesting was ever pulled off. This story came, stayed while, and left, all without making the slightest impression on me. The very epitome of why newer books scare me...they receive lots of undeserved attention.
I'll stop here for now. I have a lot of other books to write about, I'll try to get around to some of them later on. I'll also try to put together a list of some of my all-time faves. If you are one of the 4 people in the world who read this, leave me a list of some of your favorite books, maybe I'll give them a go.
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