(Continuing my series that I have decided to stick with til the end of the year)
My wife says I am addicted to letters. I actually think I am.
I like to read. I can read for hours on end. I’m looking forward to retirement in 30 years so I can do nothing but read. I know some people who have retired and complain about boredom. As long as I have books I will never be bored.
You might notice a thread that runs through a lot of the things I love- they involve things that can be done at any age. Because since I was a kid I imagined it would be cool to be old. I hope I live to be old. I have a lot of hobbies that will still be fun when I’m old.
A couple of weeks ago I was getting seriously anxious because I didn’t have any books that I was particularly enthusiastic about. I’m working on a history of modern India, a very long book about where I grew up, a compendium of Doctor Strange comics, a couple other things as well. I usually have a few books going at once. But none of these are particularly fun reads, even the comic books.
I was getting antsy. I was digging through my wife’s textbooks- she never gets rid of books, so there are piles of them all over our apartment. Nothing looked that interesting. Finally I opened my web browser and order a book-
The Square Circle Life, Death and Professional Wrestling by David Shoemaker AKA the Masked Man
David writes a column over at Grantland on pro-wrestling which is good, and before that he wrote a column called Dead Wrestler of the Week at Deadspin. It was a great column. And he had a lot of dead pro-wrestlers to choose from, because pro-wrestling is possibly the most dangerous sport you can do. It’s a great book if you haven’t read his column. If you have, not much of it is really new.
But this book arrived after I had already walked to the bookstore and bought a couple other books, which I subsequently read-
Going Clear: Scientology, Hollywood and the Prison of Belief by Lawrence Wright
I’d actually been waiting and hoping this would come out in paperback and it did so I snatched it up. I was hoping for lurid tales and I was not let down. I blasted through this book in a day and a half. I couldn’t put it down. If I am addicted to reading, this book was a really good high.
Chasm City by Alastair Reynolds
Science fiction. I really liked this book until the end, which I won’t give away, but was terribly unsatisfying. So unsatisfying that I’m hesitant to read anything else by this author.
I have one more book that I bought at the bookstore, so I’m going to start working on that. My library card still sits in my wallet and I really should use it, especially since my city has arranged it so you can look books up online and then have them sent to your local branch for pickup. I can’t afford to buy new books every week. I might have to turn to a life of crime to support my reading habit.