Archive for June, 2010

now with extra awesome: bookrageous!

so it turns out that not only are we wild about books, but we are INTERNATIONALLY OFFENSIVE. score! i mean, AHEM, sorry about that. our apologies to all who are unhappy about bookspastic — i blame our extreme enthusiasm for our reckless use of language (and also, WHO KNEW?). so i hereby redub our book-inspired-hijinks … drumroll please … BOOKRAGEOUS! (with all credit to Jon Page a.k.a. @pnpbookseller who proves his incredible fabulousness time and time again.)

what is bookrageous, you ask? it’s people getting REALLY FREAKING EXCITED about books. it’s me eating kool aid-flavored-spaghetti. it’s rebecca taking off her pants. it’s emily and her incredible photo project. it’s the folks at Pegasus Books getting their super-hero on. it’s a whole lot of people doing a calendar together. all in the name of the joys of reading.

sound like fun? YOU BETCHA.

ROOM: or Emma Donoghue, walls, and me

all books are best when you know as little as possible about the plotline — and ROOM particularly so. i don’t read summaries hardly ever anymore, and i didn’t in this case. all i knew was that people i trusted were liking it. so you will get no plot summary from me — and if you can avoid it at all, don’t get one anywhere else. just pick it up and read it.

and you will see. Donoghue takes apart the world and reassembles it in ways that will surprise you over and over again. ROOM is heart-breaking and funny, menacing and whimsical. the author walks a tightrope, does it well, and every now and then fakes a wobble and follows it up with a back-flip just to prove she can. i cannot remember the last time the ending of a book made me cry — but this one did it.

fair warning: this is the part where i get really personal, so. read on at your own peril. why say it at all? because this is my blog and i get to do this kind of thing. so there.

ROOM struck a real chord with me, because while i do not compare myself in any way to Donoghue’s characters, i know what it is like to have walls built around me. a bad relationship-turned-bad marriage will do that, emotionally (not physically, thank the powers that be). ROOM evokes the helplessness, the frustration, the conniving, the enforced silence, everything that comes with that feeling of being caged, by whatever, whomever and however. the author made real choices, difficult choices, on what to tell in this story and how to tell it, and that she pulled it off – in spades – is a testament to her abilities as a storyteller, a writer, and a human being. so, Emma Donoghue: one day i hope to shake your hand in person. for now, i will content myself with a *wave* and my sincere thanks.

off: attention, distraction, and the interwebz

on thursday and friday, my two days off, my activities included:

  • reading three entire books and several graphic novels
  • reading half each of four other books
  • (and incidentally discovering that i read around 2 pages a minute)
  • watching several hours of LOST
  • writing around 1600 words (not including this blog post)
  • meeting a friend for lunch
  • running some errands
  • running into several other friends during the course of lunch and errands
  • loafing
  • sending and responding to some emails (but pointedly NOT looking at my work inbox)

and some random other things — what is more interesting than continuing the laundry list of things i did is to note the one thing i did not: using Twitter.

every now and then, i make a point to take a day or so off from Twitter and work email. some folks will go on week- or month-long (or indefinite, in the case of one person i know) vacations from the web, and most of them forego all email as well as social media, RSS, surfing, etc. for me, though, i’ve picked my poison, and it has subsumed almost all other time-sucks. Twitter is my feed-reader and my StumbleUpon; if i’m not using it, my inclination to do much else on the web, aside from the occasional email, disappears almost entirely. i might look up something in particular, but i’m not much of a browser on my own.

and, by odd coincidence, one of the books i read in its entirety was THE SHALLOWS, by Nicholas Carr, which you’ve probably been hearing about. in it he discusses extensively the ways in which our brains are changed by the technologies we use, with particular emphasis on “the Net”, as he refers to it. (a word choice, by the way, which puzzles me. the Web is used, at least in my circles, far more often; for some reason all i could think of whenever i saw that was early 90s movies like that one with Sandra Bullock, or Hackers.) and i have to say that i give myself a lot of credit for NOT live-tweeting that book — it would have been a delicious irony. but i digress.

the point is, i was already thinking about why i take breaks from my chosen technology of distraction, and Carr gave me a lot more to think about. and what i came up with was this. there are pros and cons to the mental processes that long and deep attention require, and pros and cons to those for shallow and fluid attention. and i choose both.

it’s probably true that i would not have accomplished that list, plus whatever else i left off, if i had been on Twitter during my ‘weekend’. at the very least i would have lost some time, and at the most i would never have entered into the mental states that promote feats of sustained writing or reading. and Twitter is the ultimate example of what Carr is talking about — quick, real-time, ceaseless, hyperlinked, and innately distracting. but, on days at which i sit in front of a computer (sometimes for extended periods) anyway, Twitter provides not only social interaction (especially on slow days) but increases my knowledge of and connection to my industry. i can joke around and distract myself, true, but i can also get questions answered, track who is reading what and why, get a feel for which publishers are excited about which books; you get the idea.

perhaps, going forward, i will regiment my Twitter time a little more actively, and intersperse non-computer tasks into my to-do list (if it’s on there, maybe then the dusting will get done regularly). i know that would make my boss happy, at the least, and maybe it will keep my brain from disintegrating into an easily-distracted non-memory-generating mess (my only slightly hyperbolic summation of Carr’s argument). but if, as Carr says, the brain is indeed plastic and capable of indefinite feats of learning and memory, then surely there is room enough in there for both.



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