Jan 04, 2009 11:25 pm | no comments
Would you like some Prozac with those books, sir?

[East Coast Beach, Barbados from Infrared]
I went home two weeks ago for winter break with half my suitcase full of books. They had been acquired over the course of the semester, from various stores, friends, and libraries, but all had the dubious distinction of being interesting enough to obtain but not to finish.
Not surprisingly, top of the list were course readings. Quantum mechanics for Chemistry. Intro to the Theory of Computation. Justice. The last two were actually interesting, and would make good reading if you were locked up with nothing else to do.
Speaking of locked up, I did manage to pick up a copy of Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood, a non-fictional (and yet finely wrought) account of a quadruple murder in Kansas in the late 60’s. This–along with the other books on my list, Age of Iron by Coetzee, Four Screenplays by Ingmar Bergman, and Watchmen, the graphic novel by Alan Moore about washed-up, depressed, and depressing superheroes–is probably the most pessimistic and misanthropic mélange possible I could have assembled for my exhausted, overworked, and already seasonal-affective-disorder-addled self. Did I mention I went home to Maine for break?
Conclusion: don’t read Watchmen, and ignore the misguided editors at TIME who dubbed it one of the “top 100 novels” of all time. Do read In Cold Blood, regardless of how depressing it sounds, and watch the movie Capote afterward. Oh, and read it during the summer.
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