Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

My Year of (Insert Project Here)


I recently picked up a booka memoir written by a woman who read one book per week for a year and wrote about what she read.  As you might recall, I set up the very same challenge for myself this year.  See the post I Have Read 51 Books in Nine Months and You Haven't. Just like the author of this book, during this self imposed challenge, I read book after book after book and wrote about all of them in my journal.  Unlike the author, however, the one thing that I didn’t get around to doing was to write a memoir about the experience and have it published.   

The phenomenon of setting up a challenge for yourself- to live differently for a time and then write about it, was a theme I ran into many times during my book frenzy.  And it generally makes for really good reading.  The key is to create an experiment with yourself as test subject.  You define the rules and live according them, and then you write an account of your experience.  If you think about it, it is sort of like a reality TV show.  You alter your life artificially for the sake of seeing what happens.  It works well for people who aren’t naturally living a memoir obvious life by being a celebrity, gathering dirt about celebrities, being a criminal or living in France with a boyfriend named Hugh.  Of this create-a-memoir genre, Julie and Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously was one of my favorites.  Julie decides to cook, in one year’s time, every one of Julia Child’s recipes from The Art of French Cooking.  I can’t put my finger on what exactly made that book so wonderful, but it was great from start to finish.  I loved it so much that when I finished it, I trekked down to DC to visit the Julia Child exhibit in the National Gallery.  It was my own personal Wally World experience.  I stood outside the building looking in disbelief at the sign that explained that the museum was closed for renovations.  In reality, the words on the sign explained the renovation schedule and what visitors might look forward to when it was done, but all I read was, “F#&K YOU, Sondra Stinglash.”  The museum was closed.  That felt personal. 

 

There is another book  that I can’t wait to read. My Year of Living Biblically is a memoir describing a year of living exactly as the bible says. See A.J. Jacobs' wonderful talk on the subject.  I recently heard of a blogger who has made it her project to live according to the advice of Oprah Winfrey for a year.  Living Oprah.  This woman gave herself an assignment, is living it and writing about it and, although she won’t sign a deal until the project is done, I have no doubt a book will follow.  There are most certainly countless other people who have designed experiments that they are conducting at this very moment.  Right now, as you are reading this entry, there is someone going through their year wearing a chicken suit, someone sampling cookies, and someone living in a cabin in the woods on Walden Pond.  Imagine the books born of these projects! 

 

All Fowled Up: My Year in Feathers


A Year of Milanos: One Woman’s Quest to Try Them All


  My Wasted Year:  Would It Have Killed You To Tell Me That Someone Already Did This?

 

I need your help. I need a challenge.  I love my life; it is a great one, but it isn’t necessarily memoir material. What I need to do is to set up some rules for myself and then live an entire year according to those rules.   It has to be something out of the ordinary, but it can’t be something that is too embarrassing or takes a great deal of courage or time because I am kind of whimpy and I am very, very busy.   It can’t involve the saving up of all my garbage, traveling anywhere, pretending to have a job I don’t have, or changing gender.  I invite you to send me any idea you have!  And don’t stop there.  Send this post along to your friends and ask them for their ideas.  Then submit them as if they were your own.


And just so you know, the book I mentioned at the beginning of this post- I didn’t like it.  It is just as well that I didn't write my own.  Turns out that it is hard to write such a book without seeming like you are a super reader book jerk who likes to brag about all that reading you are doing.   Who can blame her though?  If I had read that many books in a year, (and I did) I would probably be tempted to toot my own horn too.  I would probably look for opportunities to bring it up in conversation and act shocked when other people tell me the paltry number of books they have attempted to read over the past year.

 

I won’t though.  Now that I know how annoying it is.

 

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I Have Read 51 Books in Nine Months, and You Haven't

How many books have you read in the past 9 months?  I read more.  I have read 51 books since Thanksgiving 2007.  That is a lot of books.   

Last year I was on vacation and a friend lent me a book by Jincy Willet, a writer who was brand new to me.  Turned out to be the perfect book for inciting my own personal reading orgy.  First of all, it was a book of short stories- ideal for a commitment-phobe like me who can't be counted on to keep all the characters in a novel straight over the course of 300 pages. A literature snack was just the thing.  But this book of short stories turned out to be so much better than a snack; it turned out to be the most wonderfully written book of bite-size gems I had ever had the opportunity to meet.  As I read, the words filled a hunger for me, and my literature deprivation, a yearning insatiable beast that I didn't even know I had, came roaring to life and politely asked for more.

Over the course of the next week or so, I digested more books.  I was on vacation in a little town and I had time on my hands.  I picked up books from other people's shelves; I made forays to used bookstores.  I judged books by their covers and I read them.  And when I got home from my vacation I decided to get a little more organized with my new reading habit so, in hopes of finding more book recommendations, I did an internet search for the author who had started it all. That search led me to a blog:


The blog is dedicated to the goal of reading 50 books every year and the author shares reviews of her books with her audience.  This was fantastic!   I  had never really looked at a blog before.  I was wildly excited by it, and eagerly added books to my reading list, based on her recommendations.  Inspired by the idea of sharing writing with the world,  I said to myself, "I too will have a blog one day."  But my more immediate goal was to read 50 books over the course of a year.

So I got to reading.  And reading.  I found goodreads.  I started "talking books" with people, hoarding books I purchased at thrift stores, passing along good ones to other people, and piling up books that my reader friends passed along to me.  This reading thing was fun!  And, it was also energizing to have a goal for myself- a challenging one at that, one that I was unsure I could achieve.  In any given year prior I had rarely read more than three books and a short pile of New Yorker magazines.  It took me well over a year to finish Crime and Punishment.  So this goal challenged my self discipline and took me way out of my same-old-same-old.  I lead a happy life, but every year had become pretty much the same for me.  Same house, same job, same vacations, etc...  The book challenge changed things up.  I had a project.  It set my year apart from prior years, made it special, supplied a needed ingredient.  And it was MY project.  It also set me apart from other people.

And that, really, is what this post is all about.  I embarked on this challenge in order to be challenged and to push myself into new territory.  The internal satisfaction that I have experienced as a result of meeting my goal has been very satisfying.  The cool thing is that there is yet more satisfaction to be gleaned from this triumph- the satisfaction that comes from bragging about it.

I read them.  51 of them.   I have the list to prove it.  You spent your year doing other things.  Perhaps you volunteered in a soup kitchen or planted a community garden.  Maybe you graduated from college and got accepted to graduate school with a teaching assistantship or had a scholarly article published.  Perhaps you went to India, or conceived, gestated and birthed a baby.  That is great.  It is really, very impressive.  But, when someone asks you if you read 51 books in the last 9 months, you will have to say, "No, I did not."  

When someone asks me, I will have a different answer.







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