Motivation to read
So far this year, books have been off the agenda. Not enough time, not enough energy. The exception has been the Harry Potter series, which has been good for providing a bit of paper-based nourishment but perhaps not a worthwhile solution to the mini-crisis.
(Another notable exception is JD Salinger’s Franny and Zooey, which currently props the TV forward so you can see the screen properly. Useful thickness).
This has happened before, and though I’m not one to force myself to do things to break the funk, some action is now required. It’s nearly the end of April, so that’s almost four months away from literature. Of course, no reading means no writing, which is another incentive to get back on the saddle.
I’m starting with an old favourite, Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood. The intention, if all goes to plan, is to progress from this to The Year of the Flood, a semi-sequel from the same author. Then, once I’ve put aside the pennies for it, The Pale King, David Foster Wallace’s recently posthumously published final novel.
Of course, plans are made to be broken. Most likely I’ll report back in a month’s time a snivelling wreck, having spent several weeks festering with a Waking the Dead boxset. We’ll see.
(Haven’t yet turned a page and already planning a new bit of writing. Funny how these things work).
