There she goes, my beautiful world
I’m realizing more and more that reading at all is an act of defiance. Having an opinion and expressing it even more so. I want to comply, to blend, to fit. Yet, when I read books of substance, I’m confronted with actual ideas and must take responsibility for first having exposed myself to them and second for my reaction to them. To someone who still holds on to caring what others think, this is a dangerous endeavor.
To this I … Read the rest
Although not the first book I started reading in 2005, the first I’ve finished is *Searching for Bobby Fischer* by Fred Waitzkin. A quick and enjoyable read, I went through it in about three days. I’ve seen the movie of the same name a few times but until I saw it on the shelf had never thought about whether it had been based on a book. Waitzkin is a sports writer, so it seems natural for him, neither the … Read the rest