I’m always on the look out for a good read, and it doesn’t matter whether it’s fact or fiction. Biographies, memoirs, diaries, you name it. But science fiction, romance, adventure, I like these, too. And then there are the how-to books from zen to gardening, take your pick.
I probably read from 15 to 20 books yearly, not any record-setting pace, but I think a fair number. I’ve many interests like gardening and studying Spanish, but I try never to crowd out a daily dose of a good book, investing at least an hour every day.
There are a lot of talented writers and engaging topics out there, so sometimes I find it hard to choose, since obviously you can’t read everything. Book lists come in handy, but I tend to avoid the more popular ones like those in the New York Times or Amazon. Sometimes I check-in with Publisher’s Weekly. I’ll also look at the National Book Awards and Booker Prize listings online. Occasionally, I’ll pick up a choice item on the recommendation of Fareed Zakaria, who always closes his GPS show with a super read. And then there’s The New York Review of Books, which has never steered me wrong.
In a post I wrote just a few days ago, I mentioned I’d taken-up Mindfulness Meditation. As one of its weekly exercises, they ask you to break out of your habit modes by altering a specific routine; for example, change where you sit at the table at home. The idea is to get you in-touch with your senses and stimulate awareness that can help you catch destructive thought patterns. I’ve extended this habit-breaking strategy to my reading, exploring new vistas. (By the way, novelty has a way of recharging brain cells, warding off dementia.)
It isn’t often I read a book originally written in a language other than English, the exceptions being classics such as The Divine Comedy, Les Miserables, Anna Karenina and the like. I know this is very parochial, since there are many exceptional reads not written by Anglos. And so I opted for a different pathway a few days ago, downloading Natsume Sodeki’s The Gate (New York Review Books Classics). Turns out, I made a wise choice. I had never heard of Sodeki, nor ever read a Japanese novel. Sodeki happens to be Japan’s most revered modern novelist, something I didn’t know, but now understand. Discovering a game-changer, I want to read more works by Sodeki and others outside the groove.
I’m optimistic about the future of reading, despite the closing of many bookstores, the precarious profit margins for publishers, and the plethora of community budget woes putting the squeeze on one of America’s unique treasures: the public library. Last year more titles were published than ever, though not necessarily in traditional book format, since the times are a changing. Like most everything else, books evolve with adaptation a corollary for survival. Electronic books are here to stay and publishers who don’t render increased access to this new format are unlikely to survive.
A uniquely human endeavor, reading will endure. A few years ago, it was widely forecast that the DVD would close movie theaters and end the big screen tradition. Well, that hadn’t happened when last I looked and, similarly, TV never replaced the radio, witness the popularity of 24/7 radio talk shows or stations with dedicated music genres and their many listeners
But why this passion in me for reading? I read to be entertained, informed, inspired and, yes, sometimes to be chastised into seeing a new way of thinking. But mostly, at least with regard to literary texts, I read to engage my feelings through their imaging in metaphor and articulation, often eloquently, into the truths of human experience. It’s then I know I’m not alone, but linked with others in that existential quest for meaning and affirmation. As such, reading grows my empathy and compels my compassion. What more could I ask?
Brimmings: up from the well 