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Stuff I Will Never Read
I was thinking the other day that I literally can't remember the last time I read any contemporary novel that wasn't in the fantasy/horror genre. I read (and re-read) non-genre novels by authors like Dickens and Bronte all the time, and a couple of months ago I found Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men during a bookshelf cleanout and I read that in a couple of days, but it must be at least ten years since I read any "ordinary" modern fiction.
When I was at the airport last week I was flipping through Time magazine and came across an article on summer reading, where famous authors were asked what they were planning to read this summer...and more than a few said that David Foster Wallace's The Pale King was tops on their list.
This is a book with a deceptively intriguing title. It makes me think of that great line from Revelation:
"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him."
Brrr, right?
Well, The Pale King is about...IRS agents in Peoria, Illinois.
Now, I've never read anything by Wallace. He's one of those authors who is adulated by critics and his peers but man...I don't care how good of a writer he is, I don't want to read anything about IRS agents in Peoria, Illinois unless one of them starts conjuring Satan from his Rolodex while his cubicle-mate just happens to keep a sawed-off shotgun full of rocksalt in his desk.
Maybe I'm missing out and maybe novels like this would have something to teach me, but at this stage in my life, I honestly have no stomach to read anything about real people in real life, no matter how gifted the writer is. Seriously, here is an excerpt from a review of The Pale King:
"Richard Rayner in the Los Angeles Times writes that The Pale King's subjects are "loneliness, depression and the ennui that is human life's agonized bedrock, 'the deeper type of pain that is always there, if only in an ambient low-level way, and most which most of us spend nearly all of our time and energy trying to distract ourselves from' [quoting Wallace] ... The Pale King dares to plunge readers deep into this Dantean hell of 'crushing boredom,' suggesting that something good may lie beyond."
For the love of God! "This Dantean hell of 'crushing boredom'" already IS my life! Why on earth would I want to read a 560-page novel about it!?
I'd also never read anything written by someone who committed suicide while he was working on it. Part of that is superstition, but part of it is OMG THIS MAN COMMITTED SUICIDE WHILE TRYING TO WRITE THIS BOOK! WHY WOULD ANYONE READ THIS??!?!?
Give me wizards and elves and hobbits and hot demon-hunters and hell, you can even give me sparkly vampires and perpetually shirtless werewolves. Keep your loneliness, depression and ennui. I'm full up on that, thanks.
When I was at the airport last week I was flipping through Time magazine and came across an article on summer reading, where famous authors were asked what they were planning to read this summer...and more than a few said that David Foster Wallace's The Pale King was tops on their list.
This is a book with a deceptively intriguing title. It makes me think of that great line from Revelation:
"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him."
Brrr, right?
Well, The Pale King is about...IRS agents in Peoria, Illinois.
Now, I've never read anything by Wallace. He's one of those authors who is adulated by critics and his peers but man...I don't care how good of a writer he is, I don't want to read anything about IRS agents in Peoria, Illinois unless one of them starts conjuring Satan from his Rolodex while his cubicle-mate just happens to keep a sawed-off shotgun full of rocksalt in his desk.
Maybe I'm missing out and maybe novels like this would have something to teach me, but at this stage in my life, I honestly have no stomach to read anything about real people in real life, no matter how gifted the writer is. Seriously, here is an excerpt from a review of The Pale King:
"Richard Rayner in the Los Angeles Times writes that The Pale King's subjects are "loneliness, depression and the ennui that is human life's agonized bedrock, 'the deeper type of pain that is always there, if only in an ambient low-level way, and most which most of us spend nearly all of our time and energy trying to distract ourselves from' [quoting Wallace] ... The Pale King dares to plunge readers deep into this Dantean hell of 'crushing boredom,' suggesting that something good may lie beyond."
For the love of God! "This Dantean hell of 'crushing boredom'" already IS my life! Why on earth would I want to read a 560-page novel about it!?
I'd also never read anything written by someone who committed suicide while he was working on it. Part of that is superstition, but part of it is OMG THIS MAN COMMITTED SUICIDE WHILE TRYING TO WRITE THIS BOOK! WHY WOULD ANYONE READ THIS??!?!?
Give me wizards and elves and hobbits and hot demon-hunters and hell, you can even give me sparkly vampires and perpetually shirtless werewolves. Keep your loneliness, depression and ennui. I'm full up on that, thanks.
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"When Frodo came to himself he was still clutching the Ring desperately. He was lying by the fire, which was now piled high and burning brightly. His three companions were bending over him.
'What has happened? Where is the pale King?' he asked, wildly."
-- FotR, Flight to the Ford.
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Speaking of entertainment, I took your advice and checked out The Walking Dead. OMFG!!! What a show! When the hell did AMC come creeping up on us with all these kickass shows?! Might have to try Breaking Bad next!
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Nope, I'll stick to fantasy and sci fi and fanfics. ♥
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I've never considered reading such a thing until now but yes -- I don't want to read anything like that either. Sadly, the bookstores are absolutely brimming with books that I would never want to read. I positively *shudder* when I walk past the chick-lit section; I think I have a rare but severe allergy.
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I would read your version of The Pale King for damn sure. I wish that were a book for real.
You know, my mom keeps trying to get me to read all these books she is reading. For example...a book about a teen girl whose grandmother dies. She then helps her grandfather clean out her grandma's stuff and finds out that in her youth, her grandma was a dancer. Teen girl discovers her grandma in a light she never saw her in before, through the things in her attic.
Not kidding.
In a million years, I would never read that. I can't imagine being my mother's age or my grandmother's age and going, "And now is the time in life where I must read these types of books".
I imagine you, me and the girls at FGC will all be 80 in our nursing homes and still reading sci-fi/fantasy genre books. Yes?
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I will also read anything Max Brooks writes, simply on the basis of having loved The Zombie Survivial Guide and World War Z.
Aside from that, I'm perfectly happy just to re-read my Stephen King and other horror novels and anthologies along with my Tolkien.
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