Is rereading a memory exercise or a refinement of discovery?
Now that I have left academia far behind me, I seldom reread a novel. Often it is because I regret having wasted too much time on it already. There are a couple of authors I reread with some regularity: James Joyce and Alain Robbe-Grillet come to mind. But for the most part I would imagine that I reread more books because I have forgotten that I read them before than I reread them on purpose.
Let’s face it: there are too many books waiting to be read to spend time rereading a familiar text.
It’s interesting to contemplate that a reader who rereads favorite books is so often also a reader who cannot abide by “spoilers.” But why would you want to reread a book?
Continue reading “Rereading Reconsidered”
We’ve all heard the opinion of an avid reader who declares that such-and-such is the best novel ever written. Of course the selection is generally one of the reader’s most recent reads (if not the last book they read) and the best novel ever written has a tendency to change as more books are read. Even if this scenario is not too scientific, it also is not concerned with the best novel but more so with the most liked novel.
We generally mistake our enjoyment of a novel with the quality of a novel.
Continue reading “What Is Your Choice For the Best Novel of All Time?”
I think the reading challenge has jumped the shark so I am going to do some radical combinations and rearrangements and finish it up now.
First, is there a book I tell people I’ve read, but haven’t actually finished? Yes there is but I always admit that I have a hundred pages to go. Still, if I never get back to it (especially since I will inevitably have to start back at the beginning) I tell people I have read Bleak House by Charles Dickens. I suspect my favorite scene in any book is in those unread hundred pages since I can’t think of anything better.
And now for some favorites: my favorite book I read in school was Ulysses by James Joyce which was also my favorite fiction book and if you read back a few posts, it was the adult book I read the most and going all the way back to the first post in this challenge, it was my favorite book. It looks like I have a strong attraction to Ulysses and if I had a coffee table I would surely have a copy of Ulysses conveniently placed for my guests to remind themselves of a passage during a heated conversation on Bloomsday (I also have a signed copy of Hillerman Country if a guest is more attracted to Chinle Wash than to a Dublin public house).
Just a few short posts back I gave a list of everything I am currently reading but I will be more specific and suggest that I am concentrating on A Frolic of His Own by William Gaddis. I am reading this for the Experimental Fiction group and cannot say enough good things about Gaddis’ abilities as a novelist (there was even an earlier post about Gaddis). I also previously suggested that the next book I was going to read (start-to-read) was Ferdydurke by Witold Gombrowicz. Does it seem that these question are overlapping and repetitious?
And in conclusion, there is no such thing as non-fiction. Some books are more representative of life but they are still all fiction. Only life is life: writing about life is fiction.
Okay. What do I win?