Wednesday, June 4th, 2008
Mark Bernstein poses an interesting mortality question. It’s also about the mathematics of reading. In a lifetime, how many books can we read, and what now constitutes “book” or “book knowledge” besides the obvious package? At the moment, I’m reading Jesper Juul’s half-real because John game me a copy. I’m also reading several hypertexts, including Coulon’s The Reprover, and Don Quixote.
I skipped much of the chapters in Juul’s book after reading partway through them because they didn’t grab me so I probably wont read it in its entirety.
I understand the quandary. Many of us walk by the stack knowing full well that something else is going to come along. We feel like we’re missing something. We better move quick. It’s also about commitment, responsibility, and finishing what we decide to start. Then I remember what a wise person said: Everything’s in Alice Munro and everything’s in Beowulf and everything’s in Bashō. That’s pretty complicated, I remember saying. He said, Bashō already said that. I’m paraphrasing, of course.