Get around to it

Recently I finally got around to reading – not to mention poking fun at – The Catcher in the Rye. Today, I started reading Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse. So I guess if I should happen to be yelling like an undergrad about the banality of everyday life the next time you see me, then at least you’ll know why.

But as much as I like reading about lonely guys who think the world is full of mediocre morons, I really don’t think they tell the whole story. Admittedly, I’m only about thirty or forty pages into Steppenwolf, but so far I’m seeing the same focus on the hated everyday at the expense of the extraordinary that I saw in The Catcher in the Rye. What about celebrating the exceptional and otherworldly, instead of just complaining about all the phonies? I’m sure you can do that without just writing The Fountainhead again.

Hell, I think a single Arthur Russell track could probably tell you more about real beauty than both of these books put together. Not only that, but it would save us all a whole lot of reading. I mean, the books are pretty good. But this is all time I could be spending watching Two and a Half Men.

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