I’ve read five books from my TBR Double Dare pile, which is great, of course, but what I’ve read has caused me to think about all the other books crammed around the house and how long some of them have been crammed around the house.
You see, with the exception of Drusilla Modjeska’s Stravinsky’s Lunch, the books I nominated for the TBR Double Dare are all relatively recent acquisitions, occurring within the last couple of years, mainly from BookMooch. There are other books around the house that have been with me for much longer – in some cases, almost twenty years or so.
While I’m pleased to have knocked a few intended books off my list, I feel as though I could take this reading challenge a bit deeper. In other words, figure out which books have been around the longest and either read ‘em or ditch ‘em according to my level of interest in ‘em.
According to the docket still in this book, I bought it from the Electric Shadows Bookshop in Canberra on 28 February 1995 for the princely sum of $32.90. I liked the idea of this book – a dramatization of the life of artist Aubrey Beardsley – but I could never find a way into it when I tried to read it. Am I interested now? A bit.
Charles Palliser’s Betrayals has been with me as long as the Donald S. Olson. I’m put off by the reference to Italo Calvino on the back, who I’ve always thought of as a tricksy post-modernist and while I appreciate tricksy post-modernism, I’m currently more in love with plot and highlighting historical injustices towards women. Am I interested in this one today? Not much.
This last was a present from my dad in 1993 – he inscribed it for me. I used to like Kundera’s work, particularly The Book of Laughter and Forgetting. I think I just never got round to reading this one. Do I want to read it still? Yes.
It’s only a vague thought at present but I feel as though continuing on with the TBR Double Dare after April and focusing on books like those I’ve mentioned could make a very real and valuable contribution to my TBR pile. While making me feel incredibly virtuous in the process.
Hmm, worth a thought. There’s nothing quite like feeling virtuous.