Today finds me in the middle of a few books, but I want to start more. This is one of the signs of a true bookaholic I think – that compulsion to read more. I’ve decided to take my “Currently Reading” section off the sidebar as it wasn’t accurate at all and only reminded me of books I’ve yet to finish. It’s not that I don’t like the books I’ve started it’s just that I keep coming across more books that interest me and so it goes on.
Today, I’ve been reading a bit more of White Noise by Don DeLillo. This is rather a strange book. LibraryThing reckons I “will probably like this book” and so far I’ve both liked and not liked it. The story seems straight forward. It’s about Jack Gladney and his wife Babette and their fear of death – who will die first? Their family life is complicated with children from their various previous marriages.
It’s funny in parts, not laugh out loud funny but amusing, particularly in the rambling, roundabout conversations between Jack and his son, Heinrich who is fourteen and concerned about his receding hairline. Jack is a college professor (Hitler Studies) and Babette reads to old people, gives talks on posture and is invited to teach another course on Eating and Drinking: Basic Parameters – to explain to adults the current thinking on the right way to eat etc – the mind boggles!
And then it’s boring in parts, rambling on and on about trivia, maybe that’s the point but it is tedious. The real problem is that these boring bits start off well and then go on too long. The episode of the “airborne toxic event” was fine to start off with as Jack and family evacuated the house but got bogged down in too many details intermingled with Jack’s stream of conscience thoughts. Then in the next chapter my interest revived with the story of the drug that Babette has been taking in secret. And that is where I left off reading for the time being.
My plans for the coming week are to finish White Noise and also Le Grand Meaulnes by Henri Alain- Fournier in time for Cornflower’s discussion next Saturday. LibraryThing prediction is that I “will love” this book – so far so good.
But now I’m thinking I want to read something different – maybe Agatha Christie’s By the Pricking of My Thumbs, or The Shoe Queen by Anna Davis, about a woman obssessed with shoes. She has over 500 pairs and wants more – a bit like me with my books. Just imagine you could wear a different pair of shoes every day for about 16 months and where would you keep that many shoes!