
This was a weird book-reading year for me. My life felt so full that much of my reading felt perfunctory (reading for work, reading for school, etc). My reading lacked the kind of spontaneity and randomness that I cherish—I did a lot less bookshelf browsing and a lot more reading what I had to read. To quote Dean Wormer, that’s no way to go through life. As a result, many of the best books I read were new—lots more recent titles than in years past. Let’s hope 2023 will be a more spontaneous and pleasurable reading year.
A Grief Observed by C. S. Lewis (1961)
This book is so interesting. It reminds me, now that I think of it, of a scene from Steven Spielberg’s recent semi-autobiographical movie The Fabelmans. It depicts the divorce of the Spielberg character’s parents, and in the midst of a heated argument, he envisions himself directing the scene. It shows how his love of movies crowds in an infects the rest of his life, such that he cannot experience even his parents’ divorce unless it is through a lens. Lewis does something similar here. Of course, he is dealing with grief, but he is doing so in service of some of the most beautiful prose I have read. It’s a very helpful read, but it must have been quite the burden writing it.
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