[Title links to suntzusays’s take.]
Waaay late to this game, but around here we just call that being on [my maiden name] time. Apparently this semi-recent thing started with Cowen, but I also want to call out Rorty for one excellent explanation that also resounds with me:
[T]he feminist blogosphere help[s] me “get” feminism in a way that academic literature couldn’t, particularly for seeing it as a project of how to live one’s life.
I guess the original question came from a MR reader: I’d like to see you list the top 10 books which have influenced your view of the world.
I’m much more of a fiction than a non-fiction reader, so in comparison to the other bloggers that have done this, I expect this to read almost anti-intellectual, but the word of the day is…..whatever. Here we go!
- I’m going to start with blogs, rather than end with them. In the past month or so I’ve almost abandoned my Google Reader, but eventually I’ll get back to it, cut out the dead flesh, and regroup. The list of blogs I try to keep up with is constantly evolving, or mutating. Teh internets can be a scary scary place, but the wealth of information and opinions out there has become a resource I wouldn’t want to give up any time soon. Or, ever.
- The Giver, Lowry. Don’t forget to look around, see what’s to be seen, ugly or otherwise. I actually just gave away my copy of this book to one of my CASA kids. It got left behind when they were moved suddenly, and I was PISSED about that. Not at the kids, obviously; I was in fact happy as a clam to hear her say she knew exactly where she’d left it. I played it as if I was just loaning her the book, please take good care of it and all, but it’s not something I’d ever really ask to be returned, even though I’ve got somewhat of an irrational attachment to it. I probably should not have done that thing I did. I called up dude who owns that house to ask if we could stop by and pick up some things for the kids…they’re not my kids, I don’t transport them anywhere or anything, I just get the distinct feeling I should not have let them walk back into that house. Couldn’t help myself. I’m supposed to investigate…I had never seen the upstairs, where their room is (rooms are/were? as if one could tell by looking)…and I would give anything to scrub that image from my brain now. Ugh. Whatever. Kids safe, book safe, moving on.
- Crime and Punishment, Dostoevsky. Only book I recall having been required to read in both high school and college and actually looking forward to the discussions, arguing with the prof, and having her smile and ask, what’s your major again? Good times. Read it, well and often.
- Anna Karenina, Tolstoy. It’s just…delicious. I’m not going to link back to my original review here, because it probably makes very little sense, having been written from a dark, dark place. Classically: Also, I haven’t read other translations, being very partial to Pevear and Volokhonsky, but I do also like this quote by another translator, apparently (via wikipedia): “no one may build their pleasure on another’s pain.”
- The Awakening, Chopin. I could stand to reread this one, but I do remember liking it. I dunno if it’s good or bad when an ending to a novel pisses you off, but meh…times have changed a bit, thankfully.
- Dandelion on My Pillow, Butcher Knife Beneath, Thomas, Thomas and Thomas. Paints a very poignant picture of the horrifying things that go on in the world and how spongy kids are. Reactive attachment disorder is nothing to take lightly. You will cry.
- A Primate’s Memoir, Sapolsky. Brilliant. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry. You’ll spill water on it and lose the dust jacket and have to replace it, but you’ll be happy to own it.
- The Count of Monte Cristo, Dumas. Just a damn good story. Revenge may be served cold, it may or may not taste like shit.
- To Kill a Mockingbird, Lee. If you see bullshit, call it out. There’s a lawyer in me somewhere. Whether it ever earns the degree or practices is a whole ‘nother ball o’ wax.
- The Technology of Orgasm, Maines. I don’t know if this actually influenced my world view, but it definitely should be read, well and often. Or at least once. Makes a hilarious gift for coworkers, who then ask you, did you READ this? No, I just randomly give people books without thinking. Reminder, retrieve the original copy and pay it forward…or back. Something.
- Hmmm….how did I get through this without any Steinbeck? Or Hemingway? For Whom the Bell Tolls, East of Eden, Grapes of Wrath, etc.
That was fun. Wanna play?