August 11, 2011
Since not having taught literature, I've longed for something like this and for people who don't consider the classics as "cheem" and who don't say things like "Wah! You want to impress who ah?" when they catch you reading something literary. I've also become lazy and the discipline of having to read a book in time for the next Meetup will get me going. It'll be like a tutorial all over and I'm all aquiver just thinking about it.
I have a fairly eclectic appetite. I like the classics (Austen, Dickens, Shakespeare) modern Asian writing, humour(Robert Rankin, Terry Pratchett, Will Self) fantasy, science fiction, Atwood, Angela Carter . . . poetry(Tennyson, Hopkins, Coleridge . . . the plays of Ibsen, Oscar Wilde, short stories, trashy novels & chick lit occasionally, graphic novels, biography and books about Hinduism, Buddhism, esoteric stuff and anything about angels. I adore children's books as well. My excuse is that it's research for class. . . . and the list goes on.
I have tried my hand at erotic poetry. I think they're Godawful doggerel. My girlfriends found them to be a hoot but my guy friends liked them. Go figure! I already have heaps of books and yet I buy more. When I bring them into my home I have to avert my eyes in guilt from the accusatory looks the books waiting to be read send in my direction. And yet I buy more. It's an obsession. I try to sneak them in or swaddle them in the clothes I buy for that very purpose. However, there's no fooling the books. There's a wisdom within them
Hiyah! Libraries and bookshops are my all time favourite places and I wish I could read more than I'm currently able to but alas, the bills have to be paid and as such work always beckons. If only I could stay holed up for days at home just reading.