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Our mate Kyla once wisely said that there were books you wanted to read and books you wanted to have read. I puzzled over this for a long time, but fighting to get through Aldous Huxley's Crome Yellow and then having trouble putting down George Orwell's A Clergyman's Daughter brought the meaning home to me.
I had some mad idea of reading Huxley's entire oeuvre; Crome Yellow constantly interrupts itself with long asides which drove me berko, so I think I'll be giving the rest of his output a miss at least for now, although I do mean to do my once-each-decade re-read of Brave New World this year. By contrast, I think I could cheerfully read Orwell's collected shopping lists. I powered through Clergyman's Daughter despite the excruciating injustice of the characters and situations. Also due is my once-each-decade re-read of 1984, which I first attempted at age 9, and put aside because there was mention of a naked lady.
I had some mad idea of reading Huxley's entire oeuvre; Crome Yellow constantly interrupts itself with long asides which drove me berko, so I think I'll be giving the rest of his output a miss at least for now, although I do mean to do my once-each-decade re-read of Brave New World this year. By contrast, I think I could cheerfully read Orwell's collected shopping lists. I powered through Clergyman's Daughter despite the excruciating injustice of the characters and situations. Also due is my once-each-decade re-read of 1984, which I first attempted at age 9, and put aside because there was mention of a naked lady.