I knew John Green had terrible taste in literature (as evidenced by his deep abiding love for the required HS whiny privileged male protagonist canon), but I didn’t realize it wasn’t just that he liked terrible books in addition to good books. He has read one Terry Pratchett. (A Discworld too, and not one of Pratchett’s early meh children’s books.) I can’t even. How is that even possible? None, All, or “I’m in the middle of the series” all make sense, but one is beyond the bounds of belief.
I guess I like some of the “privileged people create their own problems” literature, but generally the ones I read allow the reader in on the joke. Like if Gatsby had Jeeves working for him. Emma is a warning about what happens when an intelligent woman has too much time on her hands, not whatever deep lessons it is that people get from Holden Caulfield’s incessant whining. Though I guess they both would have been better off with meaningful occupation. We chuckle at Emma but nobody identifies with her. Maybe because of male privilege– men want to identify with privileged losers but that’s a luxury women don’t have. To get as whiny and indolent as Holden Caulfield as a woman, you end up being a side character put in the story merely for comic relief.
Note to self: If I ever become a YA writer, try writing a story where Caulfield is a minor character played for laughs from the perspective of a female protagonist.
It is annoying that some of the jargon in my field is non-pc. I am currently going through a paper doing a find/replace to change all the bad jargon into less obnoxious words. I know I could probably get this published with the jargon still in place, but non-pc terms can hurt marginalized people and we don’t have to do that. Still, because it is the jargon in my field, my early drafts always use the shorthand. Just 42 instances more to go…
The times in my life when I’ve been least happy have been times when I have had less agency and the times when I’ve been most happy, I’ve been the one deciding what to do with my life. I suspect this is healthy.
I keep getting upper respiratory infections. (I suspect this is not healthy.) I do not like it.
It feels amazing to not be sick after being sick.
It is amazing to have DH back after him being gone for over a week.
Was it a Discworld? Which one? His non-discworld stuff isn’t as good.
As to where to start, how about the Wee Free Men? If you don’t need to know more about Tiffany Aching after that, I’m not sure what to say. (Also good starting points: Guards! Guards! for the Watch/Vimes series, Mort or Reaper Man for the Death series, Equal Rites or Wyrd Sisters for the Witches series…)
I have never understood the reverence for Holden Caulfield. I read it once at age 12, was so annoyed I could barely finish it, revisited it again many years later and it was still just a mash of whininess. All that to say – thank goodness at least one person out there also finds him to be whiny.
It’s been years since I read that book, but I do recall reading a commentary within the last 10 years talking about how this generation doesn’t relate to HC like the previous one, and that millenials – both men and women – found him whiny. Maybe it’s a generational thing? I just remember him talking about phonies a lot, doing poorly in school, and something about a prostitute. Recall there was a time when it was uncool to be a good student. Thankfully that time has passed. Now it is uncool to _______. Fill in the blank.
Irritatingly, if things don’t change, DC1’s junior year reading list is almost identical to my freshman year reading list. So much whiny privileged white guy canon (the difference being they don’t do a Shakespeare play every year, so no Romeo and Juliet). Senior year DC1’s list looks like what my sophomore year got replaced with when I complained vociferously about never reading books about women and having to read things where women only show up as victims of sexual violence, though I suspect our public school district wouldn’t ever assign native son or portrait of an artist anyway. (I still remember being the only person in the class who knew when he was talking about a prostitute). (Othello was the play that year…). So yay zora neale hurston.
I am in the midst of a solo week and I am exhausted from it. So much driving…. (It doesn’t help that the start of the week was me driving solo to AZ to pick up the kids from a week with my parents and the end will be me driving with them to LA to pick my husband up at the airport. At least we’re spending the night….)
It is. And here’s the weirdest “problem” which is actually driving me bonkers today. To make the driving more bearable for the kids, I put together a playlist on my iPod. I let them pick which song to start on… and they keep picking this old NZ song called Poi E. I like this song! But it is a major earworm and I don’t speak Maori so I don’t know the words and it has been stuck in my head most of this week. AAAAAAAAHHHH.
Um… the main character injured/killed his friend because he was jealous. IIRC. Something about him pushing him off a tree and then a heart attack. (I last read it at age 14, but that is what I remember. Set at a private boys school?)