Books are selfish, they demand full attention and if I don’t
give it to them they will hold onto their secrets and mysteries and divulge
nothing. I can’t read while doing
ANYTHING else. I read a study about how
teenagers can multi-task better than most adults. Well, duh, they grew up in a world where
everything has a lower case “i” in front of it to help them sort out their MTV
worlds and practice their multi-tasking skills.
I had no such devices, but still grew up in the MTV world wherein every
image is edited in a series and no single image is onscreen for more than
twenty seconds.
There is ONE thing I can do while reading. I can eat.
I can sit down with a bowl of some partially hydrogenated snack with
sodium and high fructose corn syrup and read and add a fresh layer of plaque to
my arteries and another inch or two to my waist because I can eat with a lot
more vigor than I can read.
Sigh.
Reading on a treadmill is a revolutionary new way to fall off
treadmills. Reading while cooking dinner is a great way to overcook food. Reading in a waiting room is
OK, but the timing is unpredictable and I lose the narrative voice and tension
reading in small increments. Even music
takes me away from what I’m reading. I’ve
never thought of myself as having ADHD, but I never thought about it long enough
to figure out if I actually had it.
Audiobooks, good books with good readers, are like my
occupational therapy. Once the ear buds
are in and my attention is locked, the world is mine and the book I want to
read is no longer anchoring my butt to a chair.
It’s freedom.
I worked two jobs for extra cash that helped me plow through
countless hours of books.
You ever open your screen door and get annoyed because some
yahoo shoved a flyer for some stupid useless thing in it? Or maybe you go into the grocery store, load
your things in the car, start driving away and the flyer is tucked under the windshield
wiper, just out of reach so you have to pull over, get out and get rid of
it?
Yeah, I did that.
For about six months
I passed out flyers for a female-only gym in Raleigh, NC. The flyer was a picture of a morbidly obese
woman in a bathing suit, shot from behind, with the name of the gym at the top
and some horrible phrase about how you don’t want to look like this at the
beach.
I’m not making this up, and I sure didn’t make the
flyer. I just distributed it. I swear.
Anyway, I put on sunglasses, a hat, a fake mustache, (kidding,
I didn’t have one) a backpack full of flyers and an old Sony Discman with
headphones and away I went.
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I was even disappointed in the movie version simply because
the characters just didn’t sound right to me.
I listened to it twice and fit in an actual reading thereafter
.
Tom Stechschulte also read I Hate to See That Evening Sun Go Down by William Gay and Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. He gets it just right every time, I could listen
to him read my Saturday shopping list and be riveted.
I walked through every neighborhood in North Raleigh accompanied by Stechsulte and McCarthy, for
three or four hours at a time, dropping flyers on cars and screen doors. I ignored
the uncomfortable feelings as I advanced through everyone’s front yard to their
front door. I was getting paid to read and exercise. I felt like an explorer venturing into cul-de sacs.
I was hooked. I loved
being able to move and “read” at the same time.
It helped that McCarthy was such a new experience for me.
I followed it with
the first three Dexter books,
McCarthy’s The Road, The Confessions of Max Tivoli by Andrew
Sean Greer, a ton of Phillip K. Dick stories, The Body Snatchers by Jack Finney, Anansi
Boys by Neil Gaimen, short stories by Poe and Kafka and Bradbury, westerns
and crime stories by Elmore Leonard and rediscovered my appreciation for
Stephen King.
I stopped reading King when From a Buick 8 was published.
I hated that book. It was dull
and I just couldn’t get into it. Until I
listened to it, and the readers were outstanding and brought the book to life.
At that point I never read Salem’s Lot (I don’t like vampires) but the audiobook is fantastic, Ron McLarty is a great reader, and lends his
deep, mean voice to other King works like Blaze,
Stationary Bike, and A Very Tight Place from Just After Sunset. I can’t imagine a better reader for horror
novels.
Except Campbell Scott, who read my favorite King book, The Shining.
There would be no way I could have finished Lisey’s Story in book form, but Mare
Winngham found the narrative for me and delivered it pitch perfect from
beginning to end, somehow taking passages that looked silly in print and translated
the tension and wonder.
I was also working on Saturdays mowing lawns, blowing leaves
and dirt and cleaning up yards. There I
listened to On Writing and felt like
Steve and I were just buddies having a conversation. I went through it twice, with an actual
reading in between.
When the woman-only gym closed down and the yard work dried up
for the winter, I cleaned out the library of every last book I had any interest
in whatever. Dog needs to go out? Fifteen minutes of 11/22/63. Forty five minutes
of cardio is another forty five minutes of The
Passage by Justin Cronin.
It doesn’t always work, I couldn’t get through several crime
novels I won’t name due either to boring serial killer fiction or a listless
reading. Compared to the number of books
I start reading and never finish though, it’s a fraction.
Audible.com is a great source, but in my mind a little
expensive. The library is the best place
to start; most libraries have online catalogs with mp3’s to download and dozens
of great books you can listen to.
If you like horror fiction www.pseudopod.org has some great stories by great authors, but be prepared, the going is rough and DARK. The SF equivalent, Escape Pod and the fantasy version, Podcastle are also interesting places to find fiction.
Some of my favorites to get you started:
BLACK HILL by Orrin Grey - The best horror story ever about oil drilling.
HOMETOWN HORRIBLE by Matthew Bey - A great, disturbing read with a grotesque ending.
COME TO MY ARMS MY BEAMISH BOY - by Douglas F. Warrick - Takes the scariest subject I know of, Alzheimer's Disease and gives it a surreal, nightmarish shape with a strangely beautiful ending.