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But no matter. Because unlike the preceeding two years of nights that I have spent trying to wade through this pointless tome, tonight's page was the final page of the book. It's OVER. |
Tonight I almost fell asleep after reading barely a page of Salman Rushdie's miserably unreadable Midnight's Children. Like pages on hundreds of nights before this one, tonight's page contained only 2 huge run-on sentences, full of unrelated and uninteresting facts about the main character. It also contained what you might charitably call "poetic language" but that I simply call "incorrect English grammar". Salman likes to omit commas a lot, especially around adjectives, which makes it easy to get lost in his shitty run-on sentences and have to start over again at the top of the page. My average reading speed with this book has been about 1 page every 15 minutes.Sometimes I feel like a lazy illiterate for not reading. I feel bad that I don't spend my free time sitting in the backyard enjoying the sunshine and some good intellectual prose. I feel inadequate compared to, for example, Jen and Amy who always have a good book on their bedside table. My bedside table has "The Baby Sleep Book" and a couple of Soduku books.
But you remind me what it's all about - torturing yourself. Seriously. Why do you read? You _choose_ books that you are almost certainly going to hate. Do you just need to have the celebration of finishing the awful book to look forward to?
Oh.. That book has been around for more than two years. It's accumulated a half-million miles of air travel, and spawned more than it's fair share of angry rants. It's not self abuse, Darcy. It's a testiment to Rus' unyielding drive that he's gotten through that thing. The book is dead. To hell with the book. Hooray. I think I'm going to leave some light comic books around to buy some time before he discovers Leo Tolstoy.
Posted by: Jake Hodges at April 14, 2006 09:42 AMTolstoy, what's that?
Posted by: Rus at April 14, 2006 03:20 PM