On Reading Really Long Books

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After a warm autumn, the November winds have arrived and the rain and wind have brought cooler and damper weather. Time to retreat to the indoors, a comfortable reading chair, your beverage of choice…and a good long book.

Some time back I wrote about “Books I Read Too Soon” and one of the books I mentioned was Anna Karenina. Supposedly I read this in high school. Thinking back, I’m not sure if I ever read all of it, or just enough to fake it. I know Anna commits adultery and comes out a lot worse than the man. In my post I wrote, “It did awaken me to the double standard between men and women at a time women of my generation were talking of women’s liberation.” Truthfully, this book was miles away from my dorky life back then, I was just hoping there would be girls interested enough to even go out with me!

In recent years, I’ve heard great things about the new translation of Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky. So when a copy turned up at my local Half Price Books, I snapped it up and it has been sitting on my TBR pile for a while. I’ve been reading “around” it because it is too fat to take on trips. But I don’t have that excuse since I’ve been grounded because of foot surgery, so I’ve just settled down to begin my journey through its 838 pages. The translators have a helpful but brief introduction and notes on translation. So often, it seems to take a few days to get through the introduction. Not so here, something I like!

Also requisite for a Russian novel is a list of major characters so I can keep track of all those Russian names. The translators even tell us how they are related to each other!

Initial impressions? At first the book seems to be about the adultery committed by Anna’s brother Stepan and the romantic aspirations of Levin with Kitty (his encounter with Kitty on the skating pond is all the stuff romances are made of!). I remember this book being more profound than simply a Russian version of the affairs of the rich and famous. Haven’t gotten there yet but the reading so far is straightforward. I find myself wondering, does adultery run in families? My high school impression of the double standard does seem to bear up. Stepan seems more to regret being caught and the fallout of this than anything.

So I’ve begun. One of the questions knocking about in my head is why this is considered one of the great Russian novels, other than simply because of its length. I like Levin, who reminds me a bit of my bumbling teenage self (maybe that’s why we read it!). I wonder if I’ll like Anna. So far, I just know she is out there.

We’ll see which comes first, finishing Anna Karenina or getting the cast off my foot, which doesn’t happen for nearly three weeks yet. Seems we’ll be traveling companions for a while, so to speak. I may share a few “travel updates,” especially if I’m encouraged! And I’d love to hear if there are any long books you are hoping to lose yourself in as the days grow short and cool, and the nights grow longer.

Forgetful Reading

Anna KareninaHave you ever had this happen to you? You are talking with a friend about books and a title comes up that you remember really enjoying, but darned if you can remember much of what it was about? And yet, when watching the Lord of the Rings movies, I could spot every deviation from Tolkien’s text. How can this be?

New York Review of Books blog article by Tim Parks titled “Reading is Forgetting” helped make some sense of this for me. He quoted Vladimir Nabokov, who once commented, “Curiously enough, one cannot read a book: one can only reread it.” Nabokov observes that the physical effort of reading line by line down a page and absorbing what is there makes it almost impossible to fully grasp the meaning of what we’ve read on a first reading. In fact, I can never fully recall all the richness of any book, even with multiple readings. But what happens with re-reading is that I’m reminded of some of what I’ve forgotten, I begin to make connections, and see more of the depths of what came out of the writer’s mind.

I wrote yesterday about reviewing, and I can see how we reviewers can sometimes get a book wrong. Most of the books I read, I read only once. And many books don’t deserve more than one reading. I can see particularly how reviewers who are assigned books and must review a number of so-so, or outright bad books may get a book wrong, even if they’ve read it through. We may miss or forget important things on a first reading. What we most remembered was our affective response to the book–how we felt about it. And, at least for me, that lingers long after my reading, and long after I recall the details of characters, plot, and quality of writing.

Reviewing, as I’ve commented before, is partly a memory device for me. That works in two ways. One is that it actually makes me more attentive while I’m reading. I’m thinking, what are the main points of the writer’s argument? What are the main elements of the plot, the significant characters? And I’m thinking about my reactions. Why don’t I like this writing? Where am I in agreement and where not with the argument of this book? I don’t tend to take notes or write things down as I read so much as have a continuing mental dialogue with the book. Then, writing the review serves to crystallize this mental summary of and dialogue with the book I’ve been reading. Almost always, I will write the review after one reading, unless I feel I just haven’t grasped the book and yet think it worth writing about. I will skim most books again before writing to try to get the book as a whole in clearer focus.

Then there are those treasured few books that I read and re-read. Tolkien is one, that I’ve read about five or six times over forty years. Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s Life Together is another that I’ve read four or five times over about thirty-five years. Alan Paton’s Cry the Beloved Country seems to engage me in new ways each time I read it. The Bible falls in this category as well. It is a massive work written over a thousand years by numerous human writers and yet continued reading and grasping more of the connections between parts of the text make this an ever-rich encounter for me.

One of my vacation book buys was the new Pevear and Volokhonsky translation of Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina. Like so many, I read this book back in high school. I’ve also gathered from many (including the bookseller who rang up my purchase) that re-reading this work is an engaging experience. We’ll see, and see what memories, hopefully good ones, it brings back of my high school reading.

Have you had this experience of forgetting a book you liked? And are there books you remember, that have become friends as you’ve read and re-read them?

Books I Read Too Soon

Book Riot recently posted an article titled Books We Read Too SoonThis reminded me of something I’ve often contended, that some of the books we read in high school were books for which we just did not have enough life experience. Four books came to mind as I reflected on what I would include in such a list.

Great GatsbyThe first was one mentioned by the Book Riot folks. The Great Gatsby just didn’t connect with its portrayal of rich decadence. As a working class kid, I just didn’t get what the problem was with these folks who had so much money. After the decadence of the Nineties, it might have made sense.

Tale of Two CitiesThe second was A Tale of Two Cities. At the time, reading it was “the worst of times”. It seemed to go on forever, through all the turmoil of the French Revolution, the rivalry of Darnay and Carton, and various labyrinthine maneuverings. By the end, I don’t think I really cared who got guillotined.

Anna KareninaThe third book was Anna Karenina. I knew it was about her illicit love affairs but I was probably as occupied as anything with keeping all the names straight. And it was even longer than A Tale of Two Cities! It did awaken me to the double standard between men and women at a time women of my generation were talking of women’s liberation.

Scarlet LetterThe last book was The Scarlet Letter. Again, there is a plot that explores the double standard of sexual dalliances. Hester Prynne bears her punishment in noble silence while Rev. Arthur Dimmesdale bears quite a different burden. I probably wondered at times in high school about all these books with messed up affections. Then I grew up and saw it in real life, and sadly saw numerous clergy scandals, and realized that Hawthorne knew what he was talking about.

Obviously I gained something from each of these books, yet I suspect far less than my English teachers were hoping for. What occurred to me as I considered this short list was that I’ve not re-read a single one of these books! I’ve read most of Dickens other works as well as much of Tolstoy. All of these I read after college, and most recently Tolstoy’s Resurrection. No one seems to write about sin and redemption like Tolstoy, and Dickens portrayals of the foibles and pretensions of human beings are a delight to explore.

I find myself wondering if I should go back and give my “books read too soon” a second chance. I suspect that it is those high school memories that cause me to hold back, and maybe all those comments of my peers who went through the same thing. The works like these that I discovered on my own did not let me down. Perhaps these won’t either.

Can you think of books you’ve read too soon? Have you gone back to them, and if so, what was your experience of re-reading?

[Note: These were the covers of the editions I read!]