TO NONFICTION BOOK TALK
What are you reading? Autobiographies, biographies, history, politics?
Tell us about the book; the good and the bad of it.
Let's talk books!
Discussion Leader: HaroldArnold
Haven't been in here for a while. The library stacks are idle, and the reading room more hushed than usual. The library aroma is still present, that divine whiff of old well read books. I have come in here to make a confession. It's OK, because no one is here to hear what I have to say.
I realise that I no longer seem to enjoy fiction as much as I used to. If the book is fiction it has to be exceptional (at least to my taste) for me to read it. It seems that the only fiction I read is historical fiction, anyway.
Back when I was a worker I had money enough to buy any book I wanted. Now that I am a "senior citizen" (I love euphemisms) I am VERY cautious with my money, as there is just me to pay for other things like urban utilities and keeping my house in order. Nothing new there, I am in good company with many others here.
I look over at my bookcase and see that the majority of my books are non-fiction. A whole plethora of books about Greece meet my eye. They are my children; Greece is my love. Behind me another bookcase reveals my past tools of trade, ie books about language and linguistic theory; and Modern Greek and Ancient Greek dictionaries and workbooks. I have the full set of novels by Thomas Hardy; books about art, and occult books. Books about archaeology (not just Greek); books about Afghanistan (lots). Books by Gothic horror novelists like Lovecraft, Sheridan le Fanu, and Edgar Alan Poe.
They say that you can judge people by what they read, and I think that's right. Apart from the Hardy's and the gothic novelists, I have very few fiction books. I wonder what that says about me and others of my ilk?
Sorry to talk about myself so long but why I prefer non-fiction is a bit of a puzzle for me and a distinct disadvantage when I play "Author, Author" here. I do enjoy that game just the same.
At the moment from my TBR tower I am reading a book that I bought about ten years ago. It is called "Dating Aphrodite" by Luke Slattery, a committed Hellenophile like myself. It is the sort of book that only someone dotty about Greece would read (or write). A kind of inspired travelogue. Last night after reading another chapter or two, I dozed off into the world of rocky seascapes, mysterious untouched ruins, and the scent of wild thyme crushed underfoot. Fiction just can't do that for me.