This month has pretty much been about escape for me. Anyone else?
I am in high anxiety mode about COVID and my job, which means I need lots of breaks from both.
That’s where thrillers come in. I find that I crave them lately. Escape escape escape.
Also time outside and good sleep.
Ben and I went for a hike over the weekend and came across this stream. The sound was so soothing with the gentle rain that I stopped to record it.
Anyway, on to our March reads!
Past recaps if you’re interested:
What Shannon read in March:
- I’ll pretty much read anything by Natalie Barelli
- Convenience Store Woman
- Old in Art School
- The Bookshop
Even split between audiobooks and hard copy this month.
Really enjoyed Mama’s Last Hug and An Unconventional Family, so those reviews are coming soon.
What Ben read in March:
Burn the Ice: The American Culinary Revolution and Its End by Kevin Alexander
Despite some complaints about the style and organization, it was a fun read. Tied together some of my other reading about American culinary trends and the recent cocktail renaissance. And it showcased both the brutal grind of the restaurant industry and how rewarding it can be.
Guitar Zero: The Science of Becoming Musical at Any Age by Gary F. Marcus
Since guitar practice was soaking up some of my potential reading time, I figured I should look for possible synergy and read some guitar books. This one was very relevant, based on the author’s experience as a non-musical person (by his report even worse than me) trying to become a competent guitarist in his late 30s. As an educational psychologist by trade, he took a particular interest in questions of how people learn music and what factors are important in this pursuit.
A few of the notable takeaways:
Music is not inherent or hard-wired, but some elements of musicality are instinctive.
The popular “10,000 hours to mastery” trope is misleading. Quality of practice is just as important as quantity, and natural talent is not to be discounted. Jimi Hendrix was a better guitarist after 2,000 hours of practice than you will be after 20,000 hours.
But there is hope for everyone. With practice, even a person with zero natural talent can become a competent musician.
The Unholy Consult: The Aspect-Emperor: Book Four by R. Scott Bakker
This one was daunting to pick up, but I’ve come a long way with this saga and was determined to see the end. Unfortunately, it’s not really the end. It looks like we’re going to see yet another series before the story of the Second Apocalypse is complete.
I have a 75% love 25% hate relationship with this series. It’s original, imaginative, majestic, intense, exciting, unpredictable, philosophical, and truly an impressive feat of world-building. On the other hand it often puts stylistic pretensions ahead of clearly conveyed descriptions, it’s ponderous, abhorrently disgusting in parts, and populated with a cast of generally unsympathetic characters.
But the good outweighs the bad. I will read every single book that he writes until the Second Apocalypse reaches whatever resolution is in store. And when Bakker is on top of his game he comes up with some really epic quotes.
“Fool! You appeal to reason where there is none! You would put my hatred upon balance with my desire–show me the mad wages of my design! But my hatred is my desire. My ribs are teeth, my heart a gut without bottom. I am fury incarnate, outrage become stalking sinew and flesh! My shadow cracks the earth, falls upon hell itself!”
And damn if that ain’t the truth sometimes… 😉
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep by Philip K. Dick
The book that inspired Blade Runner. It was interesting to compare the two. The movie kept a lot of the same elements, but there are definitely some major differences. The book kind of builds up some sympathy for the androids, and then reveals them to be cold and lacking in empathy. The movie kinda goes the other way and gives the replicants (as they’re called in the movie) more empathetic treatment at the end.
Fever Pitch by Nick Hornby
A portrait of sports fanaticism, coming of age story, and self-deprecatingly humorous memoir, it was a fun read. While the review blurb on the back called it “tears running down your face funny, read bits out loud to complete strangers funny” I found it more, “snort quietly to yourself funny, read bits out loud to your wife funny.” But yeah, certainly funny. Read more like a bunch of sequential anecdotes than a continuous narrative, though there certainly was continuity of themes and characters.
Have you read any of these? Would love to hear your thoughts!