Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts

Thursday, June 11, 2015

On Reading and the Writer

One piece of advice writers hear a lot is that to be a writer, you also need to be a reader.


This is so true. However, I've heard a number of people say they want to write a book, but in the next breath say they don't read much, if anything. "I'm not really a reader," they say.


The way I see it is that if you read a lot, the rhythm of words becomes imprinted on your brain. The music of sentences, the symphony of paragraph after paragraph, page after page gets embedded in your skull. You subconsciously get the structure of the written word locked into your soul. Can you dig it?

When I've read the work of someone who doesn't read, I can tell right away.

Reading a lot makes writing a lot easier. Simple as that, as the King says.


So, read lean and mean prose like Hemingway.

Read challenging work, like Malcolm Lowry or Faulkner.

Read poetry.

Read plays. Hell, one of the best classes I took in college focused on the plays of Sam Shepard. Though it wasn't a writing class, I learned more about writing in that classroom - the possibilities of it - than in any of my actual writing classes.

Read classics.

Read contemporary novels.

Read short stories.

And fer chrissakes, read for the pure joy of it. Because reading should be a joy.

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Friday, May 15, 2015

2015 Book Roundup - What I've Read So Far


These last few years, I've made an effort to read more. While enjoying contemporary novels, I've also made it a point to read books I've been meaning to read for a long time - classics, books that have been sitting on my shelves forever, etc - but have just kept putting off.

So here's what I've read so far in 2015 (and if you click on the titles, they'll take you to their Amazon page through my affiliate links in case you want to take a look).

In no particular order:

















Monday, January 5, 2015

2014 - My Year in Reading

I had another good year in reading, though I didn't reach my goal of 45 books. I hit a dry spell for most of the first half of the year, then picked up steam in the second half, ending up reading 31 books (though a number were novellas...)

Here's what I read in 2014 - have you read any of these? (And if you're interested in getting any of them, please consider buying from Amazon through my affiliate link!)

Classics:

Frank L. Baum's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Nathaniel Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter
Edith Wharton's The Age of Innocence
Robert Louis Stevenson's The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde
Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray
Oscar Wilde's The Canterville Ghost
William Hope Hodgson's The House on the Borderland

Modern Classics:

John Irving's A Prayer for Owen Meany (one of this year's favorites!)
Raymond Chandler's The Big Sleep
Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca

Mystery/Crime:

Louise Erdrich's The Round House (another of this year's favorites)
Agatha Christie's Death on the Nile
Agatha Christie's Cards on the Table
Thomas Maltman's Little Wolves
James Lee Burke's Swan Peak
Erin Hart's The Book of Killowen
Gillian Flynn's Gone Girl
Douglas Preston & Lincoln Child's (a bunch of 'em):
    Cemetery Dance
    Fever Dream
    Cold Vengeance
    Two Graves
    White Fire

Horror:

Kealan Patrick Burke's The Tent
Neil Gaiman's The Ocean at the End of the Lane (this might be considered more fantasy than horror)
Rocky Alexander's The Him
Brian Freeman's Blue November Storms
Stephen King's & Joe Hill's In the Tall Grass
Stephen King's Revival (another favorite of the year)

Non-Fiction:

Gary Clayton Anderson's Little Crow; Spokesman for the Sioux
Robert Edsel's & Bret Witter's The Monuments Men; Allied Heroes, Nazi Thieves, & the Greatest Treasure Hunt in History
Tony Horwitz's Boom; Oil, Money, Cowboys, Strippers, & the Energy Rush that Could Change America Forever

I'm off to a running start on 2015. What were some of your favorite books you read in 2014?


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Monday, December 30, 2013

2013 - My Year in Reading

The past bunch of years, I haven't been reading nearly as much as I'd like to, so I made it a point to get a lot of reading in this year. My goal was to read at least 40 books in 2013, and I ended up reading 42.

One of the things I wanted to do this year was read a lot of books that I've been meaning to read for a long time, but haven't gotten around to. So I did! Plus I read some new ones, and others that I found lying around the house that have been calling to me for a while.

So, without further ado, here's what I read in 2013:

Some classics:

Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina (I actually finished the year on this one. Took me most of December to read. An amazing novel.)
Gustave Flaubert's Madame Bovary
Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre
Thomas Hardy's Tess of the d'Urbervilles 
Kenneth Grahame's The Wind in the Willows
Robert L. Stevenson's Treasure Island
Stephen Crane's The Red Badge of Courage
Thomas de Quincey's Confessions of an English Opium Eater

Some modern classics:

Frank Herbert's Dune
Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles
Cormac McCarthy's Blood Meridian
Dashiel Hammett's Red Harvest
Raymond Chandler's The Long Goodbye
Miller's A Canticle for Liebowitz
George Stewart's Earth Abides
Lois Lowry's The Giver
Dee Brown's Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee

Some horror:

Stephen King's Dr. Sleep
Stephen King's Joyland (this was really more a mystery. Good book, though.)
Clive Barker's Books of Blood, Volumes 1 & 2
Ronald Malfi's The Mourning House
Kealan Patrick Burke's The Turtle Boy
James Newman's The Wicked
Dan Simmons' Song of Kali
Joe Hill's NOS4A2
C. Dennis Moore's The Third Floor
Christopher Golden's Horseman (The Hollow #1)

Some sci-fi:

Roger Zelazny's Damnation Alley
Mike Resnick's The Soul Eater
Hugh Howey's Wool

Some mystery:

J.K. Rowling's The Cuckoo's Calling (writing as Robert Galbraith)
Susan Koefod's Washed Up
Jan Dunlap's Murder on Warbler Weekend
Pat Dennis's Murder by Chance
Agatha Christie's The A.B.C. Murders
Robert Crais' Best American Mystery Stories 2012

Some non-fiction:

Kenneth Carley's The Dakota War of 1862
Gary Clayton Anderson's Through Lakota Eyes
S.C. Gwynne's Empire of the Summer Moon

And even a couple westerns:

Louis L'Amour's Dark Canyon and The Quick & the Dead (I've always wanted to try a Louis L'Amour book or two, and they were better than I thought they'd be.)

What's in store for 2014? I'm going to try to read another 40 - some old, some new - hopefully another nice variety!

What were some of your highlights for the year?

Happy reading!

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Thursday, June 23, 2011

On Stephen King

I’ve noticed that it’s almost not cool to confess a love for Stephen King’s work – or maybe he’s taken for granted by so many of us.


‘Who’s you’re favorite horror author?’ they’ll ask.


I’ll try to think of all the new hot, cool authors out there, before stating my obvious choice, because, you know, an old stand-by just ain't fresh and - cool. But I'll eventually say, ‘Stephen King.’


‘Yeah, yeah, yeah,’ they say, unsatisfied. ‘But who else?’


As if he's been around too long to be cool.


Remember how when you were a teenager eager to get your driver’s license, and then you finally get it and you can finally take the car out on your own? It was such a freeing experience, the first giant step toward independence. That car took you places, man! And it was thrilling – you got to choose where to turn, choose which roads to take. There was no one to tell you to roll the windows up or down or turn off the air conditioner or change the radio station.


Your ability to drive took you into that adult world of work and freedom and sex. For so many of us, our cars were the only privacy available if we wanted to get out from under our parents’ noses - where else could we take our girlfriends or boyfriends to experience those first sexual fumblings? Or - at the very least our cars could transport us to that old graveyard at night, where there were only the dead to witness our youthful exuberances.


But then...


But then you begin to take the old, reliable car for granted. You forget how amazing it was and still is.


Stephen King is kind of like that.


My older brother had a paperback copy of The Shining. You remember the silver one with the black silhouette on the cover? That’s the one. Anyway, I’d seen it sitting on his bookshelf for quite a while, and one summer day, when I was bored and nothing was on TV (only three channels, mind you!) and there was nothing else to read, I picked up that novel, and...


And my life changed.


Please realize I already enjoyed reading at that time, and was fairly well-read for my age. So it wasn’t that it opened my eyes to reading.


But...it did. It re-opened my eyes to reading.


It was the way he crafted the words – the way he used italics and sentence fragments, forcing my eyes race to across the page, starting and stopping and pausing to his rhythm – a rock-and-roll kinda rhythm. He created a pulse in that novel that attached itself straight to my heart and forced the blood to nearly burst through my skin.


Of course the storytelling was top-notch, too. Without the storytelling, all the writing tricks in the world wouldn’t have helped.


But his ability to tell a story...


Wow!


I was thirteen years old when I read The Shining, and after reading the last sentence of that novel, I had to have more. I proceeded to read every novel he had out at that time and every short story of his I could find. And my parents, God bless ‘em, always bought me his newest hardcover for my next handful of birthdays. It was always my favorite present.


So now, all these years later, all of these Stephen King novels later, I think readers take him for granted.


I know that I sometimes do.


‘Yeah, of course he just wrote another great novel, but so what else is new?’ they say.


Sorta like he’s a car. ‘Runs great, been driving ‘em for years, so?’


So without the car, man, it’s one hell of a long and tedious journey from here to there. Dig?


Maybe we’ve grown a little old, perhaps a bit too large around the middle to make love in the back seat of our cars, but they can still take us places – amazing places, places you wouldn’t fuckin’ believe...


So yeah, I’m happy to admit that Stephen King is my favorite author. He’s brought me on some of the best journeys, some of the most exciting road trips – and so many of them! And best of all, the engine on that thing still purrs like a son-of-a-bitch.