I need your help.
Almost more than eating, I love to read.
As a child, I devoured books by the shelves. Naturally, I waded through a heavy load of classics, supplemented by required reading in school. But I also doted on children’s fantasies and historical novels, political thrillers and mysteries.
I fell hard and fast for Shakespeare early on. My awe only grows with each return.
I was seduced by Jane and repelled by F. Scott. I grew fat on Forster and trimmed down with Hemingway.
Faulkner, Vonnegut, and Dostoevsky – these three heavyweights carried me through college, austere mentors in manhood and more.
Then it was on to screenplays and stage scripts, which taught me the magic of dialogue, and revealed the skeletons of storytelling.
I read the Bible four times, cover to cover, and many more times in mosaic since. I suppose I should read the Quran at some point too.
After college, fiction waned as non-fiction waxed. I discovered biographies and autobiographies. They taught me to admire, to fear, to aspire, to dream. Subjects ugly and fair, they fascinated me with equal weight.
And then food writing arrived on my nightstand. And it overwhelmed me. It still does. You should see the stack.
Sadly, my reading rate has dropped off a cliff lately.
I’ve had a thick travel schedule this year. Forced to pack lightly, I’ve ejected books in favor of running shoes. And, unfortunately, in the days and weeks between trips, I’ve found it hard to pick up pages that have grown cold from time away.
So, for this thirty-seventh photo of the week, I give you my solution, which arrived in the mail today: an e-book. (No, this is not a paid advertisement.)
Here’s where I’d appreciate your help: I need to gas this sucker up before I leave on my next trip.
Has there been a book that has left a particularly deep impression on you lately? Has a book ever changed your life? What are you reading right now? What have you been reading? I’d love to know. I’m always looking for a good book, and now that I can carry a library in one, thin tablet, I welcome your recommendations. Please leave them in the comment section of this post.
Here’s a sliver of what I’ve really enjoyed reading in the past few years:
A Confederacy of Dunces, by John Kennedy Toole
A River Runs Through It, by Norman Maclean
Bird by Bird, by Anne Lamott
Blue Trout and Black Truffles, by Joseph Wechsberg
Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger
Into Thin Air, by John Krakauer
Insatiable, by Gael Greene
King Leopold’s Ghost, by Adam Hochschild
Native Son, by Richard Wright
Personal History, by Katharine Graham
The Daughter of Time, by Josephine Tey
The Irish Game, by Matthew Hart
The Name of the Rose, by Umberto Eco
The Thin Man, by Dashiell Hammett
Here’s what’s currently parked on my nightstand:
American Food Writing, edited by Molly O’Neill
Knives at Dawn, by Andrew Friedman
Open, by Andre Agassi
The $12 Million Dollar Stuffed Shark, by Don Thompson
Truman, by David McCullough
The latest issue of Food Arts – there’s a really great article entitled “Blood Work” by Brad Farmerie about blood cooking.