Luglio 6, 2015

Leggere, rileggere.

Mentre la pila dei libri «da leggere questa estate» sta pian piano aumentando in vista delle agognate ferie — quel periodo-non-periodo che dovrebbe durare un anno e mezzo se solo dovessimo davvero fare tutto ciò che ci illudiamo di riuscire a fare in due, tre settimane — Joanne Kaufman sul Wall Street Journal annuncia la sua tattica: ri-leggere.

I’m returning to Roth, to Laurie Colwin, Tony Earley, Evan S. Connell and Peter Taylor not because I’ve read everything else on our shelves (far from it— though, because of my work and my inclinations, I do finish at least half a dozen books a month), but because I miss them and I miss their characters. There I was the other night, my nose buried in Colwin’s “Shine On, Bright and Dangerous Object,” savoring anew the description of one character as “a jolly hockey stick.” I’m on exactly the same page as the toddler rank and file who want to hear the same bedtime story over and over—hell-o and hell-o again, “Goodnight Moon”—for the comfort and reassurance it provides. It is for just this reason that I don’t particularly like lending anything from my library; I’ve learned through bitter experience that many friends and family members are bookkeepers. But against all logic I’m far more willing to part with a novel whose spine I’ve yet to crack than a book I know so very well.