It came to me within the past few days that everyone has some type of boundary as to what they will read in public.
Some people wouldn’t be caught dead with a torrid romance paperback. It could also be; Cervantes (people will think I am a snob). Or, it could be the name of the book.
The last one happened to me this week.
I was searching around and came across After Acker by Chris Kraus. What Ms Kraus also wrote was;
I Love Dick
Hmm. Do I want to be sitting at the bus stop reading this? And do I care what people think? Well, I headed back to the questions that I just posed.
I also, don’t want to be caught with a ‘trashy’ book or with The Instructions by Adman Levin which is is over 1,000 pages in paperback.
A more upsetting book if someone was to read it I think (than I love Dick) would be;
We Need to Talk About Kevin By Lionel Shriver
This book about a school shooter really caused me some sleepless nights but, I did read it to the end. And, I have had people give it back to me unfinished when I have lent it out.
It’s funny how my little internal voice (which I have to say is very judgmental of me) limits my outside reading. Maybe that’ a free part of reading things on a device- no one knows what you are reading.
Or maybe, just maybe I should get over worrying about what Jane Q Public thinks and read whatever – trashy, classic, humongous, unsettling – wherever.
Got to work on that