Clarity, brevity, simplicity, and humanity.
So says William Zinsser, the author of the classic bestseller On Writing Well. Which I loved for its approach to teaching the craft — and art — of writing.
And which is why I am now savouring Writing Places, another wonderful book that possesses, according to one reviewer, all the qualities that Zinsser believes matter most in good writing: clarity, brevity, simplicity, and humanity.
Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts
Saturday, April 26, 2014
How I know I am not alone in my fetish for books-2
[Though] I read at least a hundred books a year, and often twice that number, I always end up on New Year's Eve feeling I have accomplished nothing.
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I have never squandered an opportunity to read. There are only twenty-four hours in the day, seven of which are spent sleeping, and in my view at least four of the remaining seventeen must be devoted to reading.
Of course, four hours a day does not provide me with nearly enough time to satisfy my appetites. A friend once told me that the real message Bram Stoker sought to convey in Dracula is that a human being needs to live hundreds and hundreds of years to get all his reading done; that Count Dracula, misunderstood bookworm, was draining blood from the porcelain-like necks of ten thousand hapless virgins not because he was the apotheosis of evil but because it was the only way he could live long enough to polish off his reading list.
If it were possible, I would read books eight to ten hours a day, every day of the year. Perhaps more. There is nothing I would rather do than read books. This is the way I have felt since I started borrowing books from a roving bookmobile at the tender age of seven. In the words of François Rabelais: I was born this way.
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Until recently, I was not aware of how completely books dominate my physical existence.
Only when I started cataloguing my possessions did I realize that there are books in every room in my house, save for the bathrooms, and books in all three rooms in my office suite. ... Books are in my line of vision at all hours of the day and night.
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With few exceptions, I write my name, the date of the purchase, and the city where the book was purchased on the inside flap of my books. If I have not written my name inside, it is because I have already decided that the book is not worth keeping.
JOE QUEENAN
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I do not accept reading tips from strangers, especially from indecisive men whose shirt collars are a dramatically different colour from the main portion of the garment. I am particularly averse to being lent or given books by people I may like personally but whose taste in literature I have reason to suspect, and perhaps even fear.
I dread that awkward moment when a friend hands you the book that changed his or her life, and it is a book that you have despised since you were fourteen. People fixated on a particular book cannot get it through their heads that, no matter how much this book might mean to them, it is impossible to make someone else enjoy A Fan's Notes or The Sot-Weed Factor or The Little Prince or Dune, much less One Thousand and One Places You Must Visit Before You Meet the Six People You Would Least Expect to Bump into Heaven. Impossible. Not without assistance from the Stasi.
— From "Great Expectations", one of eight essays written by American journalist, critic, and essayist Joe Queenan and collected in One for the Books. (By the way, I am also the proud possessor of another of Queenan's marvellous collections, Confessions of a Cineplex Heckler.)
- ALSO READ: "How I know I am not alone in my fetish for books-1".
Monday, April 14, 2014
How I know I am not alone in my fetish for books-1
I plan to go as I have lived: with a book in my hands. And not just any book by anybody. No, if there's one writer who can ease aeronautical timor mortis [the author is flying from Washington, D.C., to Chicago], it's Dr Pelham Grenville Wodehouse, Plum to his friends, and the creator of Jeeves, Psmith, Madeline Bassett, Uncle Fred and a body of fiction that has brought more joy to readers than even the Kama Sutra of Vatsayana. When angels in heaven want a book to read, they buy a paperback of The Code of the Woosters, then lean back into a cloudbank and sigh with pleasure over sentences like these:
"He, too, seemed disinclined for chit-chat. We stood for some moments like a couple of Trappist monks who have run into each other by chance at the dog races."
"Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French."
"Years before, and romantic as most boys are, his lordship had sometimes regretted that the Emsworths, though an ancient clan, did not possess a Family Curse. How little he had suspected that he was shortly to become the father of it."
— From "Weekend with Wodehouse", one of 46 essays written by Pulitzer Prize-winning columnist Michael Dirda for The Washington Post Book World and collected in Readings: Essays and Literary Entertainments. Dirda was flying to Chicago to attend a convention of the P.G. Wodehouse Society. (By the way, I am also the proud possessor of another of Dirda's fine collections, Classics for Pleasure.)
- Also read: "Why you must read".
- ADDITIONAL READING: "P.G. WODEHOUSE'S ART OF THE COMMA".
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
I don't think I knew that poetry could be so... raw (and I was reading this over breakfast)
And Lord did I push, for three more hours
I pushed, I pushed so hard I shat,
Pushed so hard blood vessels burst
in my neck and in my chest, pushed so hard
my asshole turned inside out like a rosebud...
That is American poet Beth Ann Fennelly describing her daughter's birth in "Bite Me", the first poem in her collection, Tender Hooks.
And how did I happen to read this passage? I came across it this morning in Stuff I've Been Reading, by Nick Hornby, the celebrated author of About a Boy (which became a movie starring Hugh Grant), High Fidelity, and other works of fiction and non-fiction.
Hornby writes, by way of explanation, that he had met both mother and daughter briefly during a visit to Oxford, Mississippi, and "both of them seemed like the kind of people that one would like to know better". And then, a few days later, he read "Bite Me".
Hornby continues:
So I ended up feeling as though I knew them both better anyway — indeed, I can think of one or two of my stuffier compatriots who'd argue that I now know more than I need to know. (Is now the appropriate time, incidentally, to point out the main advantage of adoption?) If I had never met mother or daughter, then these lines would have made me wince, of course, but I doubt if they would have made me blush in quite the same way; maybe one should know poets either extremely well or not at all.
Stuff I've Been Reading is full of such unexpected insights and witty observations concerning books and authors, and, yes, poetry collections and poets. The writing is so smart that even the digressions into Nick Hornby's other obsession, football (and his favourite team Arsenal), are a delight to read.
- Stuff I've Been Reading had been lying on my corner table along with other books that had been delivered recently by Amazon. Since I'm already reading a few other novels and non-fiction books, I put off opening Stuff I've Been Reading with great reluctance, but today seemed like a good day to delve into it. And the rewards were immediate. I call it instant gratification.
- Nick Hornby writes a monthly column, in The Believer magazine, called "Stuff I've Been Reading". The book of the same name is a collection of those columns over the years. You can read an excerpt from the most recent column here.
Monday, March 24, 2014
In the crusade against ignorance, every weapon counts
JUST A FEW OF THE HUNDREDS OF BOOKS I'VE BOUGHT FOR THE COMMITS LIBRARY. |
ALSO READ: "Why you must read"
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
He is 25 — and in all his life he has read only one book
My Facebook status update today — and the reactions:
For
me, civilisation as I know it came to an end yesterday. I met a young
man who seemed to be unperturbed about that fact that in all his life —
he is 25 years old — he has read only one book, a biography of a
Southern film star that he received as a gift.
- Sruti Nayani, Debarati Deb, Sherry M Jacob-Phillips and 39 others like this.
- Nazir Bhatri A matter of perspectives. I once met a person who had never seen a live cricket match at a stadium and felt the same !!!!!!
- MOnica CHauhan So sad...today's generation don't have the love for books n don't know what they are missing out
- Ankita Sengupta I guess he will be the only guy around who will not receive your e-mails on Reading Room posts then.
- Tia Raina If it makes you feel better, I'm sure the number would rise if you considered magazines to come under the broad umbrella of books
- Kishore Gubburi let it be..... some read books, some read life..... books are not life right? what say Ramesh Prabhu
- Ramesh Prabhu Kishore Gubburi: http://bit.ly/PrabhuA116.This blog is for students of Commits, a media college in Bangalore...See More
- Kishore Gubburi How many books Dhirubhai Ambani read? He build the biggest business empire in corporate India..... Reading life is more important......yes, books give knowledge....but more important is knowing life, which comes through application, not necessarily just reading
- Sushmita Chatterjee I think he is more of the kind who reads books only when gifted Why don't you give him a few to start with?
- Poonam Parekh Chordia Sir, lucky you - you've met just one person so far!! Don't be surprised if you come across many more like him!
- Ramesh Prabhu Kishore Gubburi: Here is a relevant quote — words of wisdom: “It [further education] is most essential, otherwise I would not have educated my sons. I learnt the hard way. Maybe if I had some education my success and growth would have been quicker.” — Dhirubhai Ambani
- ALSO READ: "Why you must read".
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