I'm
going to tell you a secret. Come close, I'll whisper it... For several
years, starting senior year of high school, I thought I was a bit thick.
If you know me now, you wouldn't be surprised to hear that I
hung with the nerdy crowd in high school. For some reason, my smart kid
crowd was far less cool than the classes ahead of us, whose smart kids
somehow managed to be smart and drink way more than is advisable for
high schoolers. Anyway, the nerdy kids I hung with? I guess they also
had the capacity to lower my self-esteem by talking about books. Yes,
I'm not kidding. See, we had a pretty extensive reading list for AP
English, as I recall 5 or 6 books. (If you google it now, 3 - one of
which I read in a sophomore history class.) And I'm a pretty strong
reader, but I recall leaving a few of the required selections to the end
(I don't know if I even read Othello). One of those was Heart of
Darkness. Why I left it until the end? (1) It kept being hard to find a
copy at the library and (2) all of my friends HATED it. They complained
about how it was such a dreadful book, and it took 2 weeks to slog
through it. If you have any familiarity with Heart of Darkness, you know
it's about 75 pages long. So I finally dug my heels in and read it. In
two and a half days guys! Wait. This was not good. Two and a half days?
What did I miss? Why did I like this book? Why did I not just like this
book, but think it was ah-mazing? Seriously, and everyone else hated
it?
I convinced myself I must be missing something. Not just
something, a lot of something. Yes, you're reading this correctly. I
enjoyed a book that my friends didn't like and I thought that I was just
not smart enough to understand it and thus dislike it. I thought maybe I
had read it too peripherally, that there was some seriously deep issues
in there that I did not get. (There are some seriously deep issues in
there. I got that. But maybe some seriously deeper issues?) Who knows.
Now combine this weird enjoying Heart of Darkness and feeling like a
moron with the fact that I dated an asshole for nearly 18 months in
college, whose favorite activity was posing the question "What are you
thinking about right now?" every five f*@$ing minutes. And usually,
guys, I'm just thinking about what I need to do later in the day, what I
want for dinner, or about the movie we were watching. As was often the
case in that point in my life, I was thinking about the guy in my
calculus class who I had a crush on, and that probably wasn't for
sharing. (Maybe it was, but I'm married now, so who knows where things
could have gone.) Anyway, I gave myself a solid dose of low self-esteem
on the critical reading and thinking about heavy topics day in day out.
So
I was really hard on myself for a couple years. Then my roommate went
abroad and my new roommate was an English major whose favorite poem was
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. God bless her. Poetry, I readily
admit, I do not get. But I told her about my love-hate relationship with
Joseph Conrad, and she eventually convinced me to take a modern British
literature course with her, and I realized that while there is a bunch
of seriously deep and fucked up shit in Heart of Darkness, it is just a
really amazing story. And it's ok to read it, get immersed in it, and
finish it in less than three days.
Really.
The point of
this story is, stop judging yourself against other people. If you like a
book, own it. Read it, enjoy it, and be ok with it. If someone judges
you because you liked one of the more widely-read turn of the century
British novels, you should tell them to fuck off.
A reward if you've made it this far!
My Top Ten Nine Books of All Time (of all time!!!) - in no particular order
From
the Mixed of Files of Mrs. Basel E. Frankweiler (E.L. Konigsburg) -
This is my favorite children's novel. If you haven't read it, you
should.
Heart of Darkness (Joseph Conrad) - Apocalypse Now was based on this book, if you need another reason.
Special Topics in Calamity Physics (Marisha Pessl) - I am three degress
of separation from this author, also, this has nothing to do with
physics.
Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen) - If you didn't know that Clueless was
based on Emma, well... But this is my favorite of Jane Austen's.
The Picture of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde) - Vanity or sanity?
A Farewell to Arms (Ernest Hemingway) - It's hard to pick a Hemingway. I
know he was a drunk/abuser, but he's still Papa Hemingway. (Shit, is
this what people will say baout Chris Brown in 50 years?)
Lolita (Vladimir Nabokov) - Some people don't like Lolita because of the
content. Yeah, I kind of understand this. But not really.
My Life in France (Julia Child) - A Julia Child memoir. An amazing one at that.
The God of Small Things (Arundhati Roy) - Another AP English required read. Stop what you're doing and read this...
Why is this 9? I get stuck after 9 and can't decide if it's To Kill a
Mockingbird, Catcher in the Rye, the Bell Jar, the Secret Garden,
Freakonomics......
And also guys? Then I went to grad school, and I came across a group of
people like me, who make statistics jokes and understand that if you
have the fabulous sense of humor to enjoy Nabokov, then why the heck
haven't you read Crime and Punishment. And they're also 100% ok with the
fact that right now I am thinking about eating the pretzels I just
made, and maybe stealing some of the Easter candy I am planning to send
to my brother.