Web Webster, 41. I live in Franklin, TN just outside of Nashville. I write packaging, ad and web copy for a consumer electronics company. BA in English from Rhodes College in Memphis, TN. I'm blogging this experience at Webslog.com, (Actually, I'm quite pleased with myself for the headline I'm wrote for the first post on #infsum "A Supposedly Large Book I'll Read Again." [Quite pleased then more than a little embarassed at being as excited about it as I am]) and tweeting occasionally (@webslog)
I tinker with stuff. I take bad pictures (bad in the sense of quality, focus, composition etc., v. pictures that deal with sad, disturbing and/or inappropriate subjects). I have at least 12 pieces of a novella sitting around waiting for me to a) learn what a novella actually is and b) force fit them together with a heavy, blunt object. I have two kids, 11 and 7, a wonderful, infinitely patient wife of 13 years and two cats.
I've been a fan of the big book since mid-high school. As a public school student of the '80s, I didn't have assigned summer reading, but that never stopped me from plowing through as many books as I could get away with on my library card. Around sophomore year, I was packing to go off and work at Boy Scout summer camp and looking for a book; Vanity Fair sat there on the book shelf. It looked thick, summer camp was six weeks long and I was always looking for something more obscure. I've squandered every summer since on something long. Occasionally it has merit (waded through Atlas Shrugged junior year in college), more often it does not (okay, it was War and Remembrance. The Herman Wouk one)
I first read IJ in 1997 and like many of you, was drawn to the color scheme and cover design. I used to feel bad that this was the reason that I picked up the book, but by the time I'd finished, I felt like my choice based initially purely on reasons solely cosmetic was at least somewhat in the spirit of the book. It was the Summer before my son was born and I had visions of reading in the park under a tree, my wife beside me and my issue cooing happily on a quilt in the shade. I finished on his 2nd birthday.
Like many of you, my first reading demanded that I plunge through large portions of the book simply hoping not to get my eyes ripped out by endmatter, timeshifts and thorns. Part of that was inherent to the nature of trying to read a project book during the first 24 months of a baby's life. My hope is now that the kids are a little older and I'm more able to take time to myself, that I can read through the book from start to finish in a more or less sustained fashion.
Very fired up that my two great loves, reading and technology, have come together to create a community of (somewhat) like-minded souls who understand the intrinsic beauty of a large book that requires additional additional to read and understand.
Peace.
_________________ -- Web read: www.webslog.comfollow: @webslog
|