Being a man, I'm not genetically predisposed to multi tasking. It makes me dizzy. Miche on the other hand, is a seasoned pro. Take this morning for example - whilst I was engrossed in helping Meg with her weekly spelling test, Miche was ironing school uniforms, texting her girlfriends whilst keeping an eye on the toast. Quite awesome really.
My problem is this; the rate at which I acquire books far exceeds my ability to consume them. We have book cases in the dining room, each bedroom, the hall and landing. I have a pile of them at the side of my bed that extends at least two feet under it.
Being a man, I should really only read one at a time, because I may very well disappear up my own arse if I take on more than that.
Not one to take one's own advice, I find myself with five on the go at the moment. To manage this burden, I've compartmentalised my reading into rooms. It goes like this;
Lounge: Family Matters, Rohinton Mistry
A wonderful, lyrical exploration of family life and of growing old. I'm reading this book in the same way that I read Cider with Rosie as an adolescent - tasting each sentence.
50% through. 4 / 5. -1 because there's too many characters, which confuses me.
Downstairs Toilet: Beyond Good and Evil, Friedrich Nietzsche
Amidst the various clenchings of pelvic muscles, I like to flex the cerebral. Nietzsche has been a toilet companion of mine for many years now. Perhaps this says as much about Friedrich as it does me; in that we both like to talk shite from time to time. Having said that, and in doing so, I'm reminded of my teenage philosophical debates when our pretentions got the better of us. We evoked Nietzsche as if we truly understood his 'philosophy'. Of course we didn't. Neither do I now, to be honest. But he helps me 'work things out'.
I'm now on my 4th read I think. 30% through. 4.5 / 5. -.5 for the odd punctuation.
Office / Office toilet: Inside Lives: Psychoanalysis and the Growth of the Personality, Margot Wadell
Perhaps there's a running theme here - toilets. There is something 'spiritual' about squeezing one out.
Now, I'm an empiricist at heart in my work. I like to focus on what is proven and what is shown to work. Which is why I don't subscribe to psychodynamic thought. That said, the metaphorical / interpretative approach that Margot describes attracts me. There is some truth in it, I'm sure.
I'm reading this book in 5 minute bursts right now, yet still I'm enjoying it. Perhaps I'll become a neo-freudian one day.
25% through. 3.7 / 5. Well written, though my fundamental differences in thought spoil it for me. Worth persevering though, for it's thought provoking stuff.
Upstairs Toilet: Is it just me, or is everything Shit? Volume Two, Steve Lowe
The perfect book for any British, middle class, white, middle income, middle aged, middle IQ, male misanthrope; a brief, hilarious and disgusting comment on what it is to be all of the above in modern times. Just long enough to read before the kids disturb you.
75% through. 5/5. For its ease of use and simplistic hilarity.
Bedroom: Meanwhile back at the ranch, Kinky Friedman
I love Kinky as he makes me laugh. This is a short book and I can see the end coming a mile off. I don't want to finish it, as he gives me a chortle at least every second sentence. And what better way to finish a day than with hilarity?
80% through - soo nearly there. 4 / 5.
Anyway, tell me - what is your critical mass when it comes to reading? How many books can you manage at once?
I've bitten off more than I can chew - two is my limit. Given that which one should I finish first and devote my time to, do you think?