A new category!
I have to read before bed, and I read fast, so I read a lot of books. In fact, I conspicuously consume books. I feel like it’s a good thing to conspicuously consume – I rarely buy them new (what’s the point?) I read them multiple times, and they’re good decoration: colorful, utilitarian, and classy snobbish (honestly, who didn’t take philosophy in college for any reason other than to display the books to look smart?)
So, I thought I’d start listing the books I’ve read with a short review. To be different, and challenge myself, I thought I’d try a review in verse. I’m no poet, but it’s good training: you have to really understand words, and the word count is stricter than any other genre. So, we’ll try it out.
First up:
The Wapshot Chronicle by John Cheever
Yankee shibboleth, “Wapshot.”
An excellent introduction to New England.
But are contradictions, superficiality, nuggets of New England’s antediluvian granite surfacing after generations fertilizing the soil? Or farmer’s foe – gnarling and stunting crops so they excel as a barrier, allowing visitors a beautiful glimpse but encouraging them (and the short-story king) to pass on by, not welcoming them inside?
“Problematic,” agreed.
Well, I can only get better!
