Reframing

06/04/2010

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There has been quite a bit of reframing in my life lately. It’s overdue. For a few months things were hanging in the balance a bit: now, finally, I’m sensing a coming together of disparate pieces of my life.

One thing I’ve noticed, though, is that the temporary measures I put in place as a holding pattern eventually lulled me into a false sense of structure. There was no commitment, nothing was at stake. I settled quite happily into this lifestyle-of-the-present. Things were calm, tidy. It suited me.

My future came and got me. It’s here. And it’s full to bursting with commitment, and stuff at stake, and meaning. It’s full of chaos and laughter and worries and extended unanticipated searches for Mister Froggy. More cuddles than I’ve had for a pretty long time. A profound sense of privilege.

Rafters

It’s been three weeks since my future arrived. I think I’m beginning to get the hang of it.

In this process of renovation I’ve had to take a wrecking ball to the frame of the life I’d thrown together. And good riddance: it was a flimsy thing and totally unsustainable. It would have blown over in a stiff wind anyway.

But tearing things down is always hard, even when it’s to build something better.

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Kat posted a list of ‘should-reads’ from the BBC and noted what she’d read, what she hasn’t but wants to, and what she hasn’t and doesn’t want to. I think this activity should become a meme – it has reminded me of books I love and books I still want to read. And reread.

Following Kat’s legend, bold means I’ve read it and unbold (shy?) means I haven’t.

1. Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
2. The Lord of the Rings – JRR Tolkien
3. Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
4. Harry Potter series – JK Rowling
5. To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
6. The Bible (spoilers abound, I’ve heard the ending)
7. Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte
8. Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell
9. His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman
10. Great Expectations – Charles Dickens (how have I not read this yet? List!)
11. Little Women – Louisa M Alcott
12. Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy (I know, I know…)
13. Catch 22 – Joseph Heller
14. Complete Works of Shakespeare – (nope, not all of it. Not yet.)
15. Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier
16. The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien

17. Birdsong – Sebastian Faulk
18. Catcher in the Rye – JD Salinger
19. The Time Traveler’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger
20. Middlemarch – George Eliot
21. Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell
22. The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald
23. Bleak House – Charles Dickens (Got to improve my Dickens ratings – this is unforgivable!)
24. War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy (One of these days; doorstop)
25. The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams
27. Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28. Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
29. Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll
30. The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame
31. Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
32. David Copperfield – Charles Dickens
33. Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis
34. Emma – Jane Austen
35. Persuasion – Jane Austen
36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis
37. The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini
38. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin – Louis De Bernieres
39. Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden
40. Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne
41. Animal Farm – George Orwell
42. The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown

43. One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44. A Prayer for Owen Meany – John Irving
45. The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins
46. Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery
47. Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy
48. The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood
49. Lord of the Flies – William Golding
50. Atonement – Ian McEwan
51. Life of Pi – Yann Martel
52. Dune – Frank Herbert
53. Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons
54. Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen
55. A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth (started this but had to return it. I’ve loved some of his other books.)
56. The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57. A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
58. Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time – Mark Haddon
60. Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61. Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
62. Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov
63. The Secret History – Donna Tartt
64. The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
65. Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
66. On The Road – Jack Kerouac
67. Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy
68. Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding
69. Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie

70. Moby Dick – Herman Melville (this is embarrassing!)
71. Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens
72. Dracula – Bram Stoker
73. The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett
74. Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson

75. Ulysses – James Joyce
76. The Inferno – Dante
77. Swallows and Amazons – Arthur Ransome
78. Germinal – Emile Zola
79. Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray
80. Possession – AS Byatt
81. A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens
82. Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
83. The Color Purple – Alice Walker (didn’t like this. Have issues with Alice Walker)
84. The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro (MUST READ!)
85. Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert
86. A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry (urg, have started at least three times…)
87. Charlotte’s Web – EB White
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom
(AWFUL American tripe)
89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (Wow, have I really not?)
90. The Faraway Tree Collection – Enid Blyton
91. Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
92. The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93. The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks
94. Watership Down – Richard Adams
(Oh how I love this book!)
95. A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
96. A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute
97. The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas
98. Hamlet – William Shakespeare
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl
100. Les Miserables – Victor Hugo
(Good but not a patch on the musical…)

I’ve got just over half (about 56) under my belt. And nothing in there that I don’t want to read, which is a nice feeling (the ones I don’t want to read, unfortunately, I’ve already read).

Based on this, in 2010 I am going to try and read (more):

  • Dickens
  • Russians
  • Ulysses, finally
  • Remains of the Day
  • Sherlock Holmes
  • Steinbeck

Kat points out the problematic notion that you have to read a specific collection of books to be well-read (or whatever). I agree with her, but I also subscribe to the idea of the canon – as long as it’s a flexible, self-determined one. I like the idea of a literary heritage, that we inherit great tales, that there’s some kind of inter-generational continuity where stories are concerned. In fact, the nice thing about this list is its combination of contemporary and historical books.

I think that we can share a lot through stories, that we can tap into the zeitgeist, the ideas that are circulating the planet, the thoughts people are thinking and were thinking. Maybe reading some of these “greats” is the equivalent of checking the newsfeed on Facebook – checking in with the larger vibe. Except you get to check everyone’s best updates, none of the ‘this milkshake tastes like ass’ bits. (Although, as loyal readers know, the books representing those quotidian updates are also enjoyed by me on a regular basis.)

My approval of the canon may seem to be at odds with views I’ve previously expressed, but to me there’s no paradox. I love ephemeral stories and I love stories that last forever. They aren’t the same thing, but also… they are the same thing.

I’m in favour of stories.

What about you?

What do you think about these sorts of lists? Do they serve a purpose, or do they just make some people feel smug and some feel inferior? Why do we read, anyway? What’s a bestseller doing?

Sarah, Suse, Blair, you’re tagged. Blogless friends, anonymous readers, what do you folks read and what you make of it all?
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Nothing sharpens the mind like a little blue battery icon slowly draining on the bottom right-hand side of the screen.

It’s a hot day in Melbourne and Sarah, Nicole and I have been expeditioning in Prestonland, stocking our little cottage with supplies for the week.I am planning to cook a bog standard curry; the girls have a Secret Salad up their collective sleeve.

The problem with expeditions too early in the day, of course, is that once they’re over, one feels free of any further obligation to be effective. I’m so lazy that a trip down the (literal) garden path to the hammock seems too much effort.

Today I am grateful for caffeine, ceiling fans, conversations about clairvoyance, and the couch.

Here is a photo of a little guy I miss very much at the moment.

2 mins remaining on battery. Score!

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That data is not available at this time.

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