One more from Hornby…

October 18, 2012

“…I seemed to have developed some kind of old-geezerish resentment of story collections. Is that possible? Is resentment of short fiction a sign of aging, like liver spots? And if it is, then why? As the end of one’s life draws closer, surely one should embrace short fiction, not spurn it. And yet I was extremely conscious of not wanting to make the emotional effort at the beginning of each chapter, to the extent that I could almost hear myself grumbling like my grandmother used to. “Who are these people, now? I don’t know them. Where did the other ones go? They’d only just got here.” ”

It’s funny, but there’s also something perfectly reasonable and honest in his discussion of the emotional effort that goes into reading fiction. I love it. And Kiirstin, this might not be one for your (I’m assuming) age-spotted book club.

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2 Responses to “One more from Hornby…”

  1. kiirstin said

    That’s an *excellent* quote… but I have to poke a hole in your assumption, because while one of my book clubs is definitely leaning older, the one I wanted to read Hornby with is two middle-aged librarians from a different system, a couple our age, and two working moms in their forties. There are no age spots on any of us… yet…

  2. Faith said

    Then you REALLY need to get them to read Hornby! FYI, More Baths, Less Talking is worth picking up even if all one will read is the closing essay on Dickens.

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