What a
hectic month it’s been!
Summer is
here already in northeast Texas. Temps already hovering in the 90s. The days
are lengthening, with darkness creeping up around 8:45 every night. My grass is
growing with a vengeance after an extremely wet pseudo-spring. So I’ve been
mowing every weekend, along with weeding, mulching, and hedge-clipping.
But it’s
more than the outdoor chores that keep me busy. The wife had a short trip to
Austin earlier this week, making me Dog Lord and Mr. Mom. I’ve been navigating
a stressed-out Patch with her AP finals the past ten days. Little One comes and
goes (and I’m the chauffeur), staying with us earlier in the month to interview
and obtain a job at a day-care/summer camp place in town, and a few days ago moving
out of her dorm with my help. We’ve been rooting for the Stars in the Stanley Cup
playoffs and all the stress that entails. They’re the equivalent of the Eli-era
Giants or the ’15-’16 Mets, alternately brilliant and abominable, and you never
know which team’ll show up. Work gives me little reprieve, especially with the overload
of traffic, traffic lights, and construction getting to it. About the only
oasis of sanity in my life this month has been that cold NA beer in the shade
before a freshly mown backyard. Oh, and reading.
I’m a
creature of habit, and my lifelong hobby of immersive reading is no exception. Lately
I decided to install a new habit – that of reading through the Gospels after every
Easter. I did so a few weeks back, and am in the process of re-reading them a
second time. With dedication you could knock out Mark in an evening, or the
longer Matthew, Luke, or John in two or three days. Me, leisurely reading about
a half-hour a night, found it takes two weeks to read through all four.
I also scratched
off a bucket list item, The Confessions by St. Augustine. I found myself
enjoying his incessant questioning (a trait I find in myself) and his spiritual
awakening during the first half of the book, but found his philosophical
musings in the latter half – on Spirit, time, form, creation – interesting but
not riveting. I have come to the realization that I am not, at this stage of my
life, interested in philosophy. Or perhaps other things are now more important
to me than the love of wisdom, for I have found it – rather, it has been under
my nose the whole time. Regardless, as I get older, my patience for non-productive
activities is sharply declining.
But back
to books. I think I have the rest of the year plotted out. Care to indulge me?
OK!
I have finally
returned to Tolkien. My plan is to read through his works within his story
chronology. Starting with The Silmarillion (I’m already 30 pages in),
then moving to The Children of Húrin, The Fall of Gondolin, The
Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, then my battered copy of Unfinished
Tales. With J.E.A. Tyler’s Complete Tolkien Companion at my side.
The time is right, and I am right there. This should yield a fun, nostalgic
summer for me. By my rough calculations, this will take me up to Labor Day.
September
will bring, again, another turn for nostalgia. In the summer of 1989 me and a
buddy read through Douglas Adams’ The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
It is possibly the funniest four-book trilogy I’ve ever read. I mean, laugh out
loud funny. Have not touched it since. I picked up a single-volume omnibus an
untold time ago (it might predate my children). It should be a quick read, and
I should gulp down the whole thing in a month. This should make September a
happy month, as it should be, being the month of my birthday and those of Little
One and Patch.
For my
October/Halloween “horror” reading I am going to (re)turn to Stephen King. Yes,
he has morphed into a loathsome and cringy troll with his leftist politics,
much like DeNiro. However, just as I can (barely) watch a DeNiro movie with the
man’s clueless second-hand embarrassment not affecting the performance (the
Mrs. and I watched Heat a few weeks ago), I am hoping to re-read King’s
magnum opus It with the same bit of authorial dissociation. It was
one of my favorite reads as a teen/twentysomething, when I was in my horror
phase. I read it last in 1987, and, like The Lord of the Rings, it holds
a lot of nostalgia for me. I remember where I was during various portions of
the novel. I have not read any King in over twenty years, so I am testing to
see if I can still enjoy his writing, specifically It on a second reading.
I think it might be a blogworthy topic.
My
Thanksgiving reading will return to Dickens. About a dozen years ago I listened
to about an hour of The Pickwick Papers during my commutes back and from
work. I soon realized that the serialized novel required the printed page to be
fully enjoyed, and put it on the Acquisitions List. Well, last weekend I found
an aged, absolutely beautiful hardbound volume in my local library, and this
thousand-page tome called and cried out to me. This is what I will read in
November and the early part of December.
Finally, I
have a neat SF paperback from the fantastic Robert Silverberg, of whom I recently
blogged about. It’s called Roma Eterna, and is an alternate-history
pastiche of novellas that falls under the most classic of alternate-history
scenarios: what if the Roman Empire never fell? The cover boasts a scenic view
of a Roman city-scape, stone and marbled columns and arches and all, with a
rocket ship launching off in the distance. I was instantly hooked.
Well, that’s
what’s up with middle-aged Hopper. Negotiating the stresses of life with his
simple enjoyments of the printed page. Along with the grooved record and the
electrified guitar, the walked path, the lifted weight, the – oh, enough of
this. Enjoy!