I do not know who started this yearly meme (and if anyone knows, please let me know), but I quite enjoy reading these posts. I have seen a variation of the questions this year, including a new one for Covid, but most of the questions are similar. If you have or will do one this year, put a note in the comment section.
Using only the books you’ve read this year, answer these questions:
In high school I was Greenwitch (Susan Cooper)
People might be surprised by What Maisie Knew (Henry James)
I will never beThe Portrait of a Lady (Henry James)
My life in lockdown was like The Book of Longings(Sue Monk Kidd)
My fantasy job is Information Hunters (Kathy Peiss)
At the end of a long day I need A Room with a View (EM Forster)
I hate being Shunned (Linda A. Curtis)
Wish IhadThe Lady’s Handbook for her Mysterious Illness (Sarah Ramey)
My family reunions are Jude, the Obscure (Thomas Hardy)
At a party you’d find me with The Ancestor(Danielle Trussoni)
I’ve never been toThe Jane Austen Society (Natalie Jenner)
A happy day includes (The Magicians, Lev Grossman)
Motto I live by We Must be Brave (Frances Liardet)
On my bucket list is The Pull of the Stars (Emma Donoghue)
In my next life I want to have Glimpses of the Moon (Edith Wharton)
I will be back next Tuesday with regular posts. And I look forward to spending time at “your place” poking around to see what I have missed.
It is a good time for me to remember what is important besides my health and the health of those I love. And books and blogging and friends who read and blog are certainly high up on my thankful list. Thank you.
As always Nature makes its mark on my heart with great thanksgiving and gratitude for my eyes to see and my legs to carry me through its fields, trails, animal encounters and starry night skies.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
“Finding myself in the middle of a book I never want to end is among the greatest joys of reading. I live for the desire to finish a book in one sitting, and the competing desire to slow down and make the pleasure last. Sadly, I robbed myself that pleasure this year. I blew through everything I read, including books I would’ve dragged out for weeks just to live in their worlds a little longer.”Hurley Winkler
Let me say at the outset this post has nothing to do with anyone else. These thoughts should probably stay in my journal, but in the last month or so, I’ve read a number Tweets or Instagram posts that speak similar feelings, myself included and since this article confirmed all this I decided to share.
Last Monday, the 13th, Charlie Place tweeted an article, “Why I’ll Never Read a Book a Week Ever Again in which the writer, Hurley Winkler, shared her frustration over the stress of reading goals to the extent it affected her love of reading. She had raised her Goodreads Challenge from 40 books read the previous year to 52 in 2019. She found herself reading to finish, instead of reading to savor. “The pressure to finish books sucked some of the day-to-day joy out of my reading life.”
Some of the negative habits that were reflected in this year of fast reading were that she read books she wasn’t wild about in order to keep up with the habit tracker on Goodreads. Or reading all the stories in a collection when she would normally read only the ones that piqued her interest. In the pressure to read more books she chose shorter-paged books. I am astonished to admit that I could relate to all of these.
In the past, I’ve always felt at peace with abandoning a book before finishing it. Why waste time on a book I don’t love, trudging through to reach an ending that won’t satisfy? But reading a book a week made it harder to justify abandonment. I didn’t want to fall behind—like I said, Goodreads will tell you when you do. And the thought of that sent my Type A brain into a tailspin. So I wound up finishing several books I felt lukewarm about from the very first chapters.
Winkler’s reading experience resonates deeply with me, because not only have the goals and challenges (and my failures to meet them) in the last year affected my desire to read, they also affected my desire to write about what I read. I have made so many excuses to myself as to why this is happening, but nothing made sense until I saw myself in this article and realized how much my reading and blogging has changed in the four years of Relevant Obscurity when at the beginning I took the time to read and then to let the book sit with me before I wrote it up. During the early years I didn’t participate in challenges, except for the Classics Club and the year-long Reading New England hosted by Lory of The Emerald City Book Review. And I just read the classics I wanted to read.
At the end of 2018 I started feeling anxious that I didn’t ‘put out’ as much as I saw other bloggers doing and that maybe I am not as serious a reader as I thought: equating the more books I blog makes me a more serious a reader. I was not allowing myself to be the slow reader and writer I really am.
It’s almost embarrassing to think at this age I am acting like some jr. high schooler who compares herself to everyone else and finds herself lacking because she isn’t measuring up. I need to learn to honor the individuality of everyone’s style without seeing my slowness as a deficiency or someone else’s speed as my liability.
As I think over what I set for reading goals this year, I unconsciously resolved this issue. The challenges are fewer than previous years and have me reading mostly classics, the books I love, and not pressuring myself with a books-read total. I have decided I will not put up a Goodreads goal, but keep my own list until I feel I am back to being honest with myself.
And the books I read, but don’t blog? I will stop feeling anxious about those, too and utilize Instagram or Goodreads for short reviews. Faster readers thrive on goals and contests and I will celebrate those milestones in the bloggers I follow. And I will be ok with being the snail!
I could probably quote every sentence in the article, but this is a perfect conclusion:
“That’s why I’ve set a different reading goal for 2020. This year, it isn’t based on the quantity of books I aim to finish. Instead, I resolve to abandon books I don’t like. I’ll take the whole summer to pore over that staggering novel I never want to end. I’ll recommend books to friends after I’ve lived with the story awhile. I’ll read intentionally and joyously. After all, there are too many good books out there. From now on, I’ll take the time to savor them.”
2020 is an exciting year for my Classics Club list as I have 9 more to go to be finished by September 13th and I will make it! So for this Spin I am only using those 9, repeating them twice and adding 2 of those titles at the end to round out to 20.
Briefly, for those who are unfamiliar with the Classics Club, it’s a website curated by a dedicated group of classics lovers to encourage everyone to read more classics. And several times a year they host a Spin to keep us on our classic-reading path.
When you join the Classics Club you list a minimum of 50 titles you commit to reading in a five-year period. For the Spin you chose 20 of those titles and number them, 1-20. On a scheduled date (12/22, this year) the Spin Gods will announce their chosen number; that number corresponds to the number on your list and that is the title you read by, in this case, January 31, 2020.
My list for Spin #22:
1. Middlemarch (1874) 2. Room with a View (1908) 3. Mary Barton (1848)
4. Wives and Daughters (1866)
5. Portrait of a Lady (1881)
6. The Ambassadors (1903)
7. First Men in the Moon (1901) 8. The Invisible Man (1897)
9. To the Lighthouse (1927)
10. Middlemarch (1874)
11. Room with a View (1908)
12. Mary Barton (1848)
13. Wives and Daughters (1866)
14. Portrait of a Lady (1881)
15. The Ambassadors (1903)
16. First Men in the Moon (1901) 17. The Invisible Man (1897)
18. To the Lighthouse (1927)
19. Portrait of a Lady (1881)
20. Middlemarch (1874)
This time around I can honestly say I have no favorite, but am excited to read any and all!
It often happens when I am struggling with something I really love, a pause helps me remember its joy. I didn’t consciously decide to take April off from posting on my blog, but a gut feeling of needing to focus elsewhere decided for me.
Spring has affected me in a funny way this year to the extent I just don’t want to be inside. And though I am reading a lot, I cannot seem to sit down to write up reviews. We had one of the rainiest winters on record and so many days were spent inside that I think I need to remind myself what a trail looks like and what sun on my skin feels like. I have taken lots of day trips, cooked more and visited with people I have missed. It’s been glorious…and shows me how unbalanced the last several months have been if I have let these things I also love, go.
But this morning I wanted to write, so I sat down to write up a blog post for Zola Addiction that will go up Tuesday. I also noticed a new Spin has been announced and even in the pausiest of pauses, who can resist a Classics Club Spin? These may be the only posts to go up this month, though. I am taking the need to step away seriously, but now with each passing day, the love of reading AND writing is building back up.
Anyone else struck with Spring Fever or something else that made you pause?
A few ways I have been spending my time this month:
…..I didn’t think it would take this long to read and post again, but life threw some curve balls forcing me to take a break. I do intend to finish my Classics Club Spin, which I got 1/3 of the way through (Sir Walter Scott’s, Rob Roy) before things went south, and I hope to finish Persuasion and may attempt to write up why I did not like Pride and Prejudice. Yikes, I really did just say that!
I believe my health and other issues are now taken care of. I didn’t post anything for Banned Books Week, but I read through many of the books I own (The Diary of Anne Frank…really???) that have been challenged, and Instagrammed a few as well as some books I found at library sales. This is a stimulating week for me, it gets my ire up. I think it is important to see what classic and contemporary works were or continue to be under fire so we can support them. It is not up to some named or unnamed power to withhold knowledge or information from us or our children, because they think they know better. Only we can know for ourselves what is important to read and why.
I am gathering up my RIP choices for the month and will post those this week. I can’t think about scary books during September when it is still warm here and I am so physically active outside. Once the Equinox comes, the days cool off and it’s darker at night then I can feel the fear…..!!!!
I will continue to post for BTS* on the last Sunday of the month. Nature, through words and images, inspires me and heals me through every big and small thing. And today’s offering feels like a nice way back in.
I look forward to spending some time today seeing what you have all been up to!
* as a way to share what is spiritually inspiring to me at the moment.
I spoke briefly about my adventures with skin cancer last Fall. Another fallout from growing up in Southern California and years of sun exposure–I am old enough to have spent many summers frying my skin because the words ‘sun block’ were not a product–is the development of a non age-related cataract in my right eye. These types are determined as such by the fact that the damage is on a different part of the lens. They are also fast growing. My eyesight began to change in April and by the end of May it was time to call the doctor.
I just had the appointment and I hope to have surgery next month. I was scared when this first began, but now I can’t wait to have it taken care of, because it has affected my ability to read. You may have noticed I am posting less; that’s because I read slower and, oh my, this is frustrating! I also find my laptop screen is sometimes blurry, which is why I am not commenting on your posts so much.
I am going to do myself a favor and take time off Relevant Obscurity until sometime in July. I don’t know what the recovery period is for cataract surgery…I won’t leave altogether, because hey, I am right in the middle of Persuasion (and liking it SO much better than Pride and Prejudice…oops, I did just say that, didn’t I?) and I know I will want to blog about it. I will continue to read slowly and do the best I can. And I know I’ll “Like” and pop up on your blogs if I can. Fortunately, I see very well off the page, so other parts of my life can continue as usual.
And may I just leave you with this: Wear sunscreen and a hat, as well as uv protecting sunglasses!
I just want to make mention that this month’s Blogging the Spirit will be on the 29th.
Everyone is welcome to share through a blog post, a Tweet, an Insta or wherever your social media lives on any aspect of what inspires your connection to God/Source/Nature/People.
Books, music, art, film, photography, poems, a liturgical passage, a personal reflection. You decide!
Use the hashtag #BloggingTheSpirit on Twitter and Instagram so we can find you. You can also come to this blog on that day and leave the url in the comments of the post I will put up. Go here for more information.
I am wrestling with the focus of my blog. I fear I have limited myself to writing almost solely about 19th and early 20th century classic literature (which does make up the bulk of fiction that I read) and wonder if there is room for the history, pop culture and religion I also read?
The phrase relevant obscurity has always been directed at me personally, because the emphasis on the above nonfiction for most of my life made me so suspicious of fiction (I would like to write a post on that) that I am discovering classic literature for the first time. The relevance of these books and how they help me see the past and a period of history I love has added so much to my life.
And yet, I have been reading books on religion and spirituality since I was 12 when I was given a book on Hanukkah; that brought God into my heretofore agnostic worldview and set me on a seeker’s path of which I still walk. And the Medieval history I majored in and the American studies courses I took later still figure strongly in what I read now, though I don’t share any of that here.
So, I am going to try some new kinds of posts throughout the next few months to see how comfortable I am about sharing more of my life through the various books I read, the thoughts they provoke and even some non-book-related musings, because while I have thought hard about starting another blog in addition to this one, oh man, that seems like a lot of work! But also, like many other bloggers and readers, I am multifaceted offline, so why pretend otherwise online?
I would love to know if anyone else feels their blog, either by its title or focus, is too restrictive to the broader range of what they want to share?
What did you decide to do about it or are you still wrestling with it?