Although I quite like rainy weather, this week has been a bit of a slump for me in terms of books. Lately I’ve just been feeling dreary and dejected and unhappy, and I haven’t been doing much at all. With just six days left until the end of February, I’d hoped to have completed most of this month’s reading list by now, but not much hope of that. Not really in the mood for Tender is the Night or Metamorphoses or The Waves. Have been making steady progress through Orwell’s essays, which do make for interesting reading.
Actually, looking back, I’ve done a fair amount of reading this week. Finished Agnes Grey; more than halfway through the Orwell, and sort of getting along with Ondaatje’s In the Skin of a Lion. I’m unconcerned about the quantity of my reading, though. What’s the hurry for? I’d rather soak up prose in long, languorous sips than choke. Reading, for me, is about escapism. Slipping into other worlds and other eras and into the lives of others. There’s something surreal and dreamlike in the way we immerse ourselves in books and I don’t want to lose that experience by rushing through them. What I mean by slump is that I’m not connecting very well with the books I’m reading.
Until the weather clears up, I’ll probably continue feeling unmotivated and uninspired, so it probably won’t do to expect coherency or anything optimistic from me. In fact, this entire post is a bit whingey in tone. And probably annoying to read, with all those un-‘s. I apologise. Anyhow, here’s a list of books. My wishlist, and excuses why I should buy them even though I promised myself no new acquisitions until I’ve finished what I’ve got already:
- The Kreutzer Sonata, Leo Tolstoy: I like the cover
- A Mere Interlude, Thomas Hardy: have been meaning to reading more Hardy after Tess of the D’Urbervilles
- Le Grand Meaulnes, Alain-Fournier: a book I’ve been curious about, but never managed to find a copy of
- Ardor, Vladimir Nabokov: need to read Nabokov that isn’t Lolita
- Night and Day, Virginia Woolf: do I need an excuse to read Woolf?
- Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami: I like the title
Wait; I realised I already broke my resolution. Sort of. Went to the bookstore to buy a copy of Gone With the Wind for Matt’s read-a-long next month. Turns out I was looking in the wrong section (it was under ‘Fiction’, and not ‘Literature’). Anyway, the point is that I bought a copy of The Classical World as well, and that’s definitely not on any of my to-read lists. But I’ve decided to read it for the History category of the World Citizen project. And it’ll be good to read in conjunction with my books for the Really Old Classics project.
A ten day spell of grey weather and I’m already like this. How am I ever going to get through winter?
The weather is so uninteresting. I wish it would brighten up – though it is nice and cosy to be inside; though it is nice to watch the grey world outside, with the rain falling like a perpetual mist around us – it’s making me terribly drowsy. And restless. But I think I already said that. It’s unimaginably cold for midsummer, though I think this weather will be a consolation, at least, to those fighting fires in Victoria.