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Reading recklessly

one of my Austin Public Library hauls

Adam Sternbergh has started a newsletter, and his first dispatches concern his “Year of Reading Recklessly,” brought about by a sense of dissatisfaction looking at his year-end list.

“My reading life had become a grim slog,” he writes. “My TBR pile — ever higher, ever teetering, ever chastising — had become my enemy and jailer, not my conspirator and friend.”

(Unfortunately, I can relate!)

To spice things up, Adam set himself new goals: “Browse more. Purchase impulsively. Let books surprise me. Give myself a chance to stumble on something revelatory.”

He sprinkled some tips amongst his list of recent shelf discoveries:

Lesson 1: A.B.B. Always. Be. Browsing.

Lesson 2: Books make the best souvenirs.

Lesson 4, 5, 6: Very short books are a great way to leaven your reading routine and let you take risks you might not otherwise take. Also, trust staff picks. Also, if you set a reading goal, cheat with abandon.

You can read more over at Substack.

I love this idea of reading recklessly. I can point to two things have helped me: Kindle sample chapters and weekly visits to the library.

Letting books talk to each other

A few years ago, I wrote a post about reading more than one book at a time. I wrote, “One of my favorite ways [to generate new writing] is to have 3 or 4 books going at the same time and let them talk to each other.”

Someone recently asked me what it looks like in practice. I am loathe to muddy it any further with explanation, but here goes.

A mundane and far-from-perfect example: I was reading Tree Abraham’s Cyclettes and she mentioned the brain’s “default mode network,” something I don’t know anything about. I may or may not have paid much attention to it, but I had just finished John Higgs’ William Blake vs. The World and remembered that he wrote about it, too.

Now, if I’d just read about default network mode in either of those books, solo, I might’ve just ignored it and moved on with my life, but the fact that two books in succession mentioned it made me think I needed to investigate it further.

Lo and behold, Steven Johnson wrote about it for the NYTimes several years ago and also in his book Farsighted. Now I have another book to dip into, and three books on different subjects talking about the same thing. That’s enough for a blog post, at the very least.

In this case, it was chance and happenstance, but you can sort of tweak your reading life in such a way that these sort of things happen more often. If you read books on different topics and different genres and different formats at the same time, your brain can’t help but find weird connections between them.

This is so obvious to me that it hardly seems worth going into, but I realize it might not be so obvious to others.

Reading this way is a form of “input as collage,” and of course, you can take a multi-media approach to it: I remember last year I watched Kenneth Branaugh’s Much Ado About Nothing while I was reading Iris Murdoch’s The Sea, The Sea, and I can’t identify exactly how, but they spoke to each other in some way that glued them together in my mind. (Later, I found out that Murdoch was a big Shakespeare freak.)

Another example: Yesterday’s blog post on Simic and Steinberg exists simply because Charles Simic died and I was going around the house trying to find all the books in the house of his I could find.

On the back cover of The Monster Loves His Labyrinth: Notebooks I noticed that Simic’s portrait was drawn by Saul Steinberg. A quick google of “Charles Simic” and “Saul Steinberg” made me remember that I have a catalog of Steinberg’s with an intro by Simic. So I pull that book out and read the intro and find out they were friends. A few more googles and I have everything Simic wrote about his friend (I think) at my fingertips.

As I read those pieces, they started talking to each other, and suddenly I had something to write about.

My reading year, 2022

I read a terrific batch of novels this year. Gabrielle Zevin’s Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow surprised and delighted me up until the very end, and I think that book deserves any acclaim that comes its way. Don Delillo’s White Noise was spectacular and also had an extra layer of meaning, as I read it right after reading Ernest Becker’s The Denial of Death, an obvious influence. I liked Emily St. John Mandel’s Station Eleven way more than the TV show, which I understand is a somewhat controversial opinion? (Every year I read a bestseller and every year I’m reminded that all bestsellers have this in common: they are page-turners, they make you want to turn the page.) Iris Murdoch’s The Sea, The Sea drove me absolutely crazy, but I have the strange urge to re-read it, which is how I know if something is good. Antoine Wilson’s Mouth to Mouth made me want to go to bed early so I could stay up reading it.

At the very end of the year I read John Higgs’s William Blake vs. the World, a book which somehow managed to connect to so much of my year’s reading: in particular, William James’s The Varieties of Religious Experience. (A wonderful book. James could write his ass off.) The sections on neuroscience and hemisphere connected with a lot of Iain McGilchrist’s massive, two-volume The Matter With Things: Our Brains, Our Delusions, and the Unmaking of the World. As for Blake himself, I see his influence in Gareth Brookes’ The Dancing Plague and Edward Carey’s Plagues and Pencils: A Year of Pandemic Sketches.

My comfort reading is books about music. There is a perfect 250-page book in the 400 pages of Dan Charnas’s Dilla Time. I read an essay or two from W.A. Mathieu’s The Listening Book: Discovering Your Own Music every night at the dinner table. Craig Brown’s 150 Glimpses of the Beatles had an outstanding ending — I love it when a book sticks the landing. I was surprised I didn’t connect with David Toop’s Ocean of Sound more, as it’s full of writing about music I love. (It might be a commode book — and I mean that as a compliment — one you dip in and out of at random.) I had a magical visit to a Barnes & Noble on a trip to Philly when I took a chance that they’d have Mike McGonigal’s 33 1/3 entry on My Bloody Valentine’s Loveless and they did. Chuck Klosterman’s The Nineties: A Book was about much more than music, but we’ll throw it in here. A big nostalgia trip for me.

I read a bunch of books about movies and making movies. Kyle Buchanan’s Blood, Sweat & Chrome: The Wild and True Story of Mad Max: Fury Road made me like that movie even more than I already did. It’s a miracle it got made. I read Aljean Harmetz’s The Making of The Wizard of Oz after having an unexpectedly emotional reaction to watching Dorothy’s adventures with my kids for the first time. Matt Zoller Seitz’s The Wes Anderson Collection mixes handsome art and interviews with the filmmaker. I had been looking forward for years to Ander Monson’s Predator: A Memoir, a Movie, an Obsession, a great case for studying something you love in depth.

This is a golden age for non-fiction comic books. I thought Box Brown’s Cannabis: The Illegalization of Weed in America was a real showcase of his talents. (See also his strip Legalization Nation on his Instagram.) I also liked Darryl Cunningham’s Putin’s Russia and Billionaires. A book that seemingly came out of nowhere was Two Heads: A Graphic Exploration of How Our Brains Work with Other Brains. I admired the cartooning in Kate Beaton’s Ducks, how she managed to stay loose while dealing with a serious subject matter.


My major obsession this year was my bicycle, and I synced up immediately with the spirit of Grant Petersen’s Just Ride: A Radically Practical Guide to Riding Your Bike. I also loved reading his “Bicycle Sentences” illustrated by Betsy Streeter and published on Instagram. (They just published a riding journal of them.) I thought Jody Rosen’s Two Wheels Good: The History and Mystery of the Bicycle would be right up my alley, and parts definitely were, but I ended up wishing it was tighter and shorter and felt less like magazine pieces stitched together.

For a brief, beautiful few weeks my son and I were playing chess together every day. I loved David Shenk’s The Immortal Game: A History of Chess, especially the brilliant structure of alternating the chess moves of the famous game with the historical chapters. I also made my way through the classic, Bobby Fischer Teaches Chess.

I read some great art books, of course. Anni Albers’ On Weaving is unbelievably gorgeous. Martin Gayford’s Spring Cannot Be Cancelled: David Hockney in Normandy was a wonderful read, my first of the spring, about one of my favorite artists. Lourdes Grobet’s Lucha Libre: Masked Superstars of Mexican Wrestling is out-of-print but worth tracking down. (Fun fact: her son was the cinematographer for Nacho Libre and the second season of The White Lotus.)

I’m always interested in the intersection between art and family, and for years have been trying to figure out my own book on the subject. Ada Calhoun’s Also A Poet: Frank O’Hara, My Father, and Me was a really beautiful memoir, and it has added power and depth if you read “The Art of Dying” by her father, the art critic Peter Schjeldahl, beforehand. Julie Philips’ The Baby on the Fire Escape: Creativity, Motherhood, and the Mind-Baby Problem will go up at the top of my list of favorite books about art and motherhood.

My youngest son was diagnosed ASD this year, and while I’ve read a bunch of books about autism, Barry M. Prizant and Tom Fields-Meyer’s Uniquely Human: A Different Way of Seeing Autism is probably the first book I will recommend to family and friends. An extremely hopeful read.

And two books I liked that somehow don’t fit in elsewhere:

I love the “Little Histories” series, and Nigel Warburton’s A Little History of Philosophy didn’t disappoint.

David Graeber’s Debt: The First 5000 Years was long, but very good.

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If you liked this list, you will enjoy my newsletter, where I share what I’m reading every week.

I’ve been doing a year-end summary of my reading since 2006. You can read them all here.

I hope you read widely and adventurously, but more importantly, I hope you read what you want to read! Life is short and time is precious, and any book that doesn’t have you turning the pages is not the book for you right now.

Having trouble reading? Here’s how to read like an artist.

3 great books I read this fall

I get much less reading done in the fall compared to the summer. Summer here is fairly easygoing: the kids are home, everyone’s on vacation so they don’t expect much from me, and it’s so hot outside that floating in the pool with a book seems a perfectly reasonable way to spend time. Fall brings school, and sickness (from school), and emails.

One thing about going through a reading slump is that it’s easy to determine what’s really doing it for you. Here are 3 great books I read this fall. All published this year. All of them will probably go on my yearly top 10, maybe even top 5, and I highly recommend all of them:

  1. I picked up Antoine Wilson’s Mouth to Mouth and got immediately sucked in. It’s one of those perfectly short novels that makes you want to go to bed early so you can stay up late finishing it.
     
  2. Gabrielle Zevin’s Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, a novel about two friends who make video games. It surprised and delighted me right up until the end, and everyone I know who read it liked it. (The title comes from Macbeth.)
     
  3. I picked up Ada Calhoun’s Also A Poet, a memoir about her father, the art critic Peter Schjeldahl and the poet Frank O’Hara, right after her father died. The book’s poignancy is doubled, I think, if you read his essay “The Art of Dying” before you start. (One of my favorite bits is when she tells him she got a writer’s residency: “My father rolled his eyes. He thought residencies were lame. He said he wouldn’t be caught dead at a writers’ colony. My mother snapped at him: ‘Your whole life is a writer’s colony.’”)
     

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Saving things for print… and missing out

Here is my lunch (leftover enchiladas with a fried egg on top) and Amanda Petrusich’s 9,000-word profile of Metallica in The New Yorker. Petrusich is in a handful of writers I love whose work I honor by saving it to read in print, with a pen.

This practice has become harder and harder for me to maintain.

First, almost everything shows up online before the magazine or the paper gets here. This isn’t a huge deal, it just requires a little patience, which I am happy to practice.

Second, and much worse, a lot of stuff is now edited down for print and expanded in digital. A profile will have more photos, an interview will run much longer, etc.

If you only read in print, you actually miss out on stuff.

For example, yesterday I shared this “By The Book” interview with Sam Lipsyte. This morning Matt Bell reposted it with this unfamiliar bit:

I will often read passages from my favorite writers to remind myself how some people really just know how to give it up, by which I mean give up their secret dreaming selves, with honesty and artistry. Their example lifts me, emboldens me, when I am feeling depleted and paltry.

How on earth did I miss that quote? I thought. Because it didn’t run in the paper! It was edited out of print and only shows up on the website.

I do my best reading in print with a pen, so now I guess I have to honor my favorite writers by reading everything they write twice: once in print, and once in digital to discover the bits the publication cut for print.

The bookends approach to reading

Literacy scholar Maryanne Wolf, author of Reader, Come Home, on The Ezra Klein Show describing her “bookends” routine of beginning and ending the day with books:

I begin my day with meditation. And then reading at least 20 minutes a philosophical or theological or spiritual or sometimes political — something that will absolutely take me out of myself and center me, completely center my thinking. Slow it down. It prepares me for, if you will, clearing the deck of whatever detritus from the night or even the day before. And readying myself with a particular mind-set for whatever the day brings.

And then at the end of the day, I do two things that may or may not be helpful to people, especially people with young children. And that is I have to find a way for the world of imagination to take me away from the work of the day. Sometimes it’s films; sometimes it’s novels; but it has to be something truly in the world of imagination for me. And then I end that because I don’t want to be on a screen at the very end of my day.

I often end it with some essay by Montaigne. I mean, that sounds really strange. But he was the first essay writer. And those essays are sometimes really funny, sometimes really boring. But whatever they are they give me a kind of peace that I find in very few places. Wendell Berry, Marcus Aurelius, those are the kinds of people who make me feel the peace at the end of the day is something that is really well, well worth striving for. So I end and I begin each day with books.

I like this a lot. (And I love Montaigne.)

I always read fiction before bed to help put me in the dream state, but I also really enjoy reading in the morning. (Instead of opening Twitter, I try to reach for a book or open the Kindle app.)

If you modded this a little bit and threw in some lunchtime reading, you could do Ray Bradbury’s one essay/one poem/one short story plan. (I might prefer nonfiction in the morning, but Kingsley Amis swore by poetry as a hangover cure.)

This is the time of year people tally how many books they’ve read and set goals for the next year, but if you really want to build a reading habit, I think you’re  better off committing to a certain amount of reading a day vs. a certain number of books read over the year. (Somewhat related: “Quantity leads to quality.”)

A dozen summer reads

A dozen good books I read this summer (more in my newsletter):

  1. Kyle Buchanan’s Blood, Sweat & Chrome: The Wild and True Story of Mad Max: Fury Road was really excellent. I’d put it on the shelf with my other favorite moviemaking books, like Sidney Lumet’s Making Movies and Walter Murch’s In The Blink of an Eye. I also enjoyed Aljean Harmetz’s 1977 book, The Making of the Wizard of Oz, which paired really well with the documentary Light & Magic, and Matt Zoller Seitz’s The Wes Anderson Collection, a deluxe art book that covers the filmmaker’s first seven movies and has a bunch of interviews and behind-the-scenes stuff.
     
  2. A great surprise of the summer was when my 9-year-old and I started playing chess together. David Shenk’s The Immortal Game: A History of Chess is constructed rather brilliantly, alternating chapters of history with the moves of a famous chess game. A perfect introduction for someone like me. I also loved working through the classic Bobby Fischer Teaches Chess, which has a reallyintriguing design: on the right-side spread of the pages, you’re presented with chess problems and then you turn the page for the answer. When you get to the end of the book, you flip it around and the prompts continue. Very clever, almost like a Choose Your Own Adventure book, and I marvel at how it was laid out without desktop software in the late 60s. (I’d love to know more about that era of paperback publishing — I probably should re-read The Electronic Information Age Paperback.)
     
  3. I was a little surprised how much I liked Chuck Klosterman’s The Nineties: A Book. Another heavy dose of nostalgia was Ander Monson’s Predator: A Memoir, A Movie, An Obsession. It made me think a lot about the value of studying something you love in depth.
     
  4. I finally finished Iain McGilchrist’s massive, two-volume 1,400+ page book, The Matter With Things. It was a very centrifugal book, which spun me out to books like Mary Midgley’s The Myths We Live By, and got me interested in creative tensions. But for a much funnier take on scientific reductionism, see cartoonist Zach Weinersmith’s very brief book, Science: Abridged Beyond the Point of Uselessness.
     
  5. Anni Albers’ On Weaving is a gorgeous, singular book, almost centripetal in force. It inspired me to write about the creative tension of “warp and weft.”
     
  6. Julie Phillips’ The Baby on the Fire Escape: Creativity, Motherhood, and the Mind-Baby Problem shot to the top of my list of great books about art and motherhood. Good structure and great sentences.
     
  7. My comfort reading is music books, and I loved Craig Brown’s 150 Glimpses of the Beatles. As someone who considers himself a pretty big Beatles fan, I’m surprised how many of these stories I didn’t know, and the ending was just brilliant. God bless books that stick the landing.
     
  8. Barry M. Prizant’s Uniquely Human: A Different Way of Seeing Autism is a really helpful and hopeful book — even people with neurotypical kids in their life will get a lot out of it. (The book was written with friend of the newsletter, Tom Fields-Meyer, who also wrote Following Ezra, a memoir about raising his autistic son.)
     
  9. Edward Carey’s Plagues and Pencils: A Year of Pandemic Sketches is a collection of Carey’s pandemic drawings, but what really moved me were the mini-essays on drawing and being stuck inside and what it’s like to live in a place you’re ambivalent about living in. (Another good mix of pictures and words: cartoonist Kate Beaton’s memoir, Ducks: Two Years in the Oil Sands. The book is getting a lot of deserved acclaim, but it is driving me a little nuts how people are positioning this as a “serious” work in opposition to her “lighter” cartoons. The thing I most admired about the book was the way Beaton was able to tackle such serious subject matter while keeping the lightness and looseness of her line.)
     
  10. I finally read Steven Pressfield’s classic The War of Art, which I avoided for years because I don’t like war metaphors. I enjoyed it, and perhaps paradoxically, I enjoyed it in part because it is so unashamedly macho and Boomer-ish? (For example, at one point Pressfield writes, “Can you stand another Tiger Woods story?” ?) It is a mistake to make too much of generations, but The War of Artmade me think about how many of the classic creativity books were written by baby boomers, like Anne Lamott’s Bird By Bird and Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way. (Twyla Tharp’s The Creative Habit, on the other hand, is an outlier. Tharp is from the older “silent generation.”)
     
  11. Iris Murdoch’s The Sea, The Sea tested my patience in a way no book has in quite a while. I got swept away at the beginning, and I went through several of the potential reactions, but I was somehow unable to take my own number one piece of reading advice. These are the most maddening books, the ones that get their hooks in you while also torturing you. My final verdict: I would have liked it more if there was less of it!
     
  12. I finally finished David Toop’s Ocean of Sound. For a collection of writing about some of my favorite music — Brian Eno, Erik Satie, Sun Ra, Kate Bush, Kraftwerk, Aphex Twin, etc. — it took me quite a while to get through. (I started it in the spring.) Maybe because it’s a non-linear book, very collage-like, it’s probably best digested in snippets. Worth a look, though, especially if you love ambient.
     

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7 good books I read this spring

In today’s newsletter, I shared a list of 26 books I picked up (and put down) this spring. Here are my 7 favorites (that I actually finished) in the order I read them:

Spring Cannot Be Cancelled: David Hockney in Normandy
Martin Gayford

A wonderful portrait of Hockney in lockdown and all his thoughts about art. Bought it last year and saved it for the next spring. Right book, right time. Just the lift I needed. Gorgeous art and beautiful writing. Loved it. (I quoted Gayford in the afterword for the 10th anniversary of Steal Like an Artist: “Once you start looking back, you have stopped moving forward; and what is proverbially said of sharks is true – at least metaphorically – of artists: if your forward momentum ceases, you die.”)

 

Dilla Time: The Life and Afterlife of J Dilla, the Hip-Hop Producer Who Reinvented Rhythm
Dan Charnas

I biked over to Black Pearl Books to pick this up and had to put it on hold because it was so popular. Worth the wait: it hit upon so many of my interests — music, theft, stuttering, the creative (mis)use of technology, genius vs. scenius, etc. I do think it’s too long and could’ve benefited from cutting: The structure is so brilliant and it cruises in the beginning, but gets slowed down under swollen chapters towards the end. (As Sasha Frere-Jones pointed out, this is a good 400-page book that contains a brilliant 250-page book.)

 

White Noise
Don Delillo

“Enjoy these aimless days while we can, I told myself, fearing some kind of deft acceleration.” White Noise won the National Book Award two years after I was born, but it felt like it could’ve been written yesterday. (Delillo was obviously inspired by Ernest Becker’s The Denial of Death, a book I read this winter.) I avoided it for years because it seemed like an MFA lit-bro favorite, but it turned out to be my favorite thing I read this spring. Two takeaways from that: 1) you can’t necessarily judge art based on its fans 2) The classics, even contemporary classics, are so much weirder and deeper than you even suspect!

 

Debt: The First 5000 Years
David Graeber

I’m fascinated by the way money can both bring stability and instability into our lives, so I wanted to read a philosophical book about money and its impact on community and culture. When I asked Twitter, this was the book the most people recommended to me. (I also liked Graeber’s Bullshit Jobs, though I think the original essay is just as powerful.)

 

Billionaires: The Lives of the Rich and Powerful
Darryl Cunningham

The proliferation of YA comics and non-fiction all-ages comics is, in my opinion, one of the more exciting publishing developments. Towards the end of the spring, I started picking up a bunch of stuff from our library’s “graphic novel” section. I liked the drawings in this volume a bit more than Cunningham’s Putin’s Russia: The Rise of a Dictator  — I enjoy his stuff more when he stays more abstract in his drawings. Both books are quite timely and well-worth reading.

 

Cannabis: The Illegalization of Weed in America
Box Brown

One of the best cartoonists working in nonfiction comics is Box Brown. A great example of someone who can really draw (I find his drawings really pleasing) who picks compelling and well-matched subjects. I recommend all of his books (once upon a time we did a gig together at Bookpeople) but this history of marijuana is him at his best.

 

Two Heads: A Graphic Exploration of How Our Brains Work with Other Brains
Written by Uta Frith, Chris Frith, and Alex Frith, illustrated by Daniel Locke

This is a delightful non-fiction comic book written by a team of neuroscientists and their author son. A perfect mashup of content and form and collaboration. (Paired extremely well with all the McGilchrist and reading on autism that I’ve been doing.) I really doubt a book like this would’ve been published 20 years ago — great example of what you can do with the form.

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If you enjoyed this, I highly recommend you check out the newsletter and the great book discussions we’re having over there.

Also, here are 10 good books I read this winter and 15 years of yearly reading recommendations.

Mapping your books

A list is one thing, but making a map of the books you’ve read often reveals connections between them that you might have missed. (More in Tuesday’s newsletter: “A cluster map of books.”)

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