a tad worried,
a trifle concerned …
Why, you might be asking?
You see, I have a problem.
It’s got to do with books and reading – a subject dear to my heart.
I have been bringing home stacks of library books, which is my habit,
but I could not
find a novel that “grabbed” me.
You know what I mean. The kind of story that draws you in.
The kind that you read while you’re stirring something on the stove,
or while waiting for doctors and dentists and red lights to turn green,
or late, late, at night, tucked under the covers.
A book that you just can’t put down until you find out what happens.
The kind of book that when you finish reading, you do what I did as a child –
clasp it to your heart,
sigh a deep, contented sigh,
and, if it was especially good,
(and if no one was looking)
kiss the cover.
(Ok – I don’t do that anymore.)
But you understand.
A good book. A stirring story. A riveting tale.
I couldn’t find one – until the other day.
I was in the library and I noticed this paperback on the book sale shelf.
The Siege of Krishnapur by J G Farrell – winner of the Booker Prize in 1973
Listen to the review on the back cover:
“What a book. it has everything you could expect to find in a big old-fashioned novel or several of them – characters, suspense, military action, romantic attachments, satire, wit, tenderness, philosophy. In my family, nobody, from the age of 18 to over 60, could put it down.”
I would buy it for that review alone. It’s a perfect description of the type of story I love.
I’ve just begun it and it’s gripping.
And, not only have I discovered a wonderful novel,
I also am reading a new non-fiction book
The Art of Eating by M. F. K. Fisher
Smply a feast of words.
(HT – thanks T)
* * *
And now, (lowered voice)
I have a confession to make.
I’ve been bothered by a nagging thought.
I didn’t really want to admit it, but I was a wee bit afraid that my reading of blogs might have something to do with the aforementioned problem.
Could blog reading be affecting my ability to concentrate on a story?
I wasn’t having trouble with non-fiction but I was definitely fidgety with the novels I was trying.
Was I one of the many victims of the phenomena described in the article “Is Google Making Us Stupid?”
And, more to the heart of the matter, was my favourite part of the Internet – blog-reading – to blame??
I’ve been rescued by The Siege of Krishnapur.
Thanks J G Farrell.
I’d kiss you if I could.