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I am plodding through the second volume of Theodore Roosevelt’s biography<\/a>. About 350 pages in and have hit the wall. It is well written, but after about 950 pages of President Roosevelt, I need some relief. I started picking through David Foster Wallace<\/a>‘s book of essay “A Supposedly Fun Thing I Will Never Do Again”<\/a>, as well as beginning a re-read of “A Fan’s Notes”<\/a>, just the thing to start football season. I have a ton of books in the to be read pile, and a few posted here that I want to get to. I think this fall, I will be some settling down with some good book reading time. Late Summer Reading I am plodding through the second volume of Theodore Roosevelt’s biography. About 350 pages in and have hit the wall. It is well written, but after about 950 pages of President Roosevelt, I need some relief. I started picking through David Foster Wallace‘s book of essay “A Supposedly Fun Thing I Will … <\/p>\n
\nBut what is good reading. My sister can read crime genre novels with relative ease but, with my degree in English literature, I get guilty pangs if I am only reading about the latest exploits of Patterson’s Alex Delaware of the latest Grisham. And it isn’t wrong to be lost and free inside a procedural crime book. There is a familiarity there and a sense of safety knowing the bad guy will get caught in the end – – And, but so, why can I no longer concentrate on a book much these days?
\nI am a veracious reader and have logged in about 20 books this year so far. Hardly a world record, but I used to read so much more. Some of it is this pesky internet. I am drawn to the blogshere and the journalistic websphere and I read the web, really read the web every day. That counts, I am sure but it isn’t the same.
\nHarper’s is to blame too. Oh, sure, it seems simple enough. How tough can such a thin little magazine like that be. And then blamo, bam, bam, you are stuck trying to get your head around a review by John Leonard and you head starts hurting as he throws even more at you to think about comparing Delilo to a great hamburger or casting high praise to Vonnegut and to Latin American television in the same graph.
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