August 6th, 2008
I was thinking the other day that I would like to read one book for an entire year. Except I don’t think I have the patience for it, though I wish I did. I remember reading about how Joseph Campbell walked around with Finnegan’s Wake under his arm for an entire year, reading every page over and over until it’s meaning sunk in. Imagine knowing a book and the characters that intimately, so that they become your only literary companions for 365 days? For some reason I am so drawn to the idea of it, how often in this day and age do we study one thing so intently, to the exclusion of everything else? Would you get bored of the thing? Or would you love it more because of the sheer dedication?
For me it would have to be a book with many layers and areas of investigation. What books would be good for that? I fear I do not have the patience for Joyce these days. Moby Dick perhaps? Something with a good mystery. I always wanted to read Charles Palliser’s “The Quincunx”. Or Perec’s “Life: A User’s Manual” (through which I dabble from time to time). Other things on the list, Thomas Mann, Proust, too many others that I am too tired to remember right now.
Too tired to read at this moment. I am currently in between books and waiting for the right one to find it’s way into my hands. These things cannot be forced you know.
also, I can’t seem to get enough of helvetica and orange these days. they don’t necessarily have to be together.
time for sleep.