Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig
Demian by Herman Hesse (and, for that matter, most novels in the bildungsroman theme (like Catcher in the Rye, On the Road, etc.)
Master & Commander by Patrick O'Brien
The Sun Also Rises, The Great Gatsby & Moby Dick
Gates of Fire by Steven Pressfield
I was an English major in college... which has served me not at all until this moment. But after shoveling down Dostoyevsky and Proust, Conrad and Joyce, I can say that I unequivocally dislike fiction- with these few exceptions. I really enjoy literary nonfiction ala James McPhee, Norman Maclean, and even Sebastian Junger.
That said I still read nonfiction at probably a 50:1 ratio to fiction. The last book I finished was Founders at Work by Paul Graham's wife.
Really? really?
I read it twice and fuck, is that a pointless book.
Re-read it because I thought I missed something because people are going crazy over it...
I don't get it.
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I was a creative writing major and I read nothing but fiction for essentially my entire life, until the past 4 years or so. Nonfiction/business books bore me to fucking tears. I've lived in boxy apartments since I was 19 reading fiction and writing in chapbooks and shit. In fact, every day I consider giving up the monies chase and becoming a lit professor.
If you're reading it for plot or narrative it's a terrible book. But as an enquiry into the value of work and understanding ala Shopclass as Soulcraft (a recent nonfiction book), I enjoyed it because the juxtaposition between the narrator's experience of the ride (zen-like, taking whatever comes as it comes) vs Sutherland's (constantly wondering if something is going to break, anxiety around not understanding what exactly is at play, inability to really be in the moment on his ride) reminds me, personally, of the person I want to be and the person I often am.
You may be the only person on this forum who'd be interested to know I used to live in Richard Brautigan's old apartment. Not the place he killed himself, mind you, but it never left the back of my mind that he had.
Seriously, I understand where you are coming from. I really enjoy the process of writing, not so much the application of literary analyses to dead men's works. If I could trade lives, I'd take Sebastian Junger's in a heart beat.
In the spirit of the thread about worst books ever read, figured I'd do the flip side of it. Keeping it to fiction for this one, probably will start another one about best business / marketing books.
I have 2 that immediately come to mind....
- The Fountainhead
- The Count of Monte Cristo