What a great topic!
I worked at a huge bookstore in for 8 years and could barely read one word of fiction the whole time, despite being an avid book worm until my terrible teens. I did read a lot of glossy magazines (which are all pornography on some level) and books on plants and food. It's been long enough now since my soujourn in literary retail hell that I can actually ENJOY reading, instead of looking at books as things that hurt my arms.
As a girl, I loved the Chronicles of Narnia and the Tolkein books which my parents read aloud to my siblings and I when we were on driving on vacation.
I don't think I should have been reading as much Kurt Vonnegut as I was when I was 9 and 10, if my parents hadn't wanted me to turn out so antisocial. What were they thinking letting me read "Breakfast of Champions?
"A Wrinkle in Time" by Madeline L'engle was purchased by these same parents as a bribe to cut out the dreadlocks which had formed while I was away at french camp the summer I was 9.
"Watership Down" was also kind of a bummer for kids but probably good training for what lay ahead. So sad about the bunnies. I really was into talking animals; "Wind in the Willows" by Kenneth Grahame, "Gildaen" by Emilie Buchwald, the Richard Scarry picture books and those weird Moomin Family books by Tove Jansson were heavy faves.
I also loved reading all the Asterix comic books because they were funny in both english and french, the Smurf comics weren't as funny but they were cute. Anne of Green Gables, Laura Ingalls Wilder and Pippi Longstocking were the girl heroines I most identified with.
I started out with Roald Dahl innocently enough as a young lass of 15 but once I read "Kiss Kiss" and "Switch Bitch", his kids books got a lot more interesting. That was when I lived with my parents in Geneva, Switzerland and I fell in with bohemians who liked to read Herman Hesse and smoke all manner of things.
Things went downhill from there until I met John Brunner at a Science Fiction convention in Portland when I was about 18 and had him sign my leather jacket. I had snuck into the convention and had no idea he was the featured speaker until I ran into him right as he was leaving a huge auditorium of applauding conventioneers. He was happy to stop oblige my request despite being hustled off by his reps. Harlan Ellison took one look at him signing an autograph and sneered "Huh, fans!" to which I had a suitable punk rock retort. I didn't know who Harlan Ellison was at that moment but boy I sure heard all about him for the rest of the weekend, as I had accidentally insulted my way into being the darling of some very weird rich people who seemed to be involved in the sci fi industry. Later I got to hang out with Mr Brunner in some people from Atlanta's hotel room and drank peach margaritas.He told me he was into all my fave rave bands like UB40, Siouxsie and the Banshees and Crass! This was a huge honour for me, as I and all my Mad Max lovin' punk rock pals read "The Sheep Look Up" like a bible of the future.
At the same convention I also met a Tennessean from Vancouver BC who was reading from his first book in a nearly empty conference room. He gave me a button with a picture of Japan on it that had a little flashing light where Chiba City is located. It was a very high tech button, if a little too big to look cool on my leather, but I saved it for years anyways. His name was Bill Gibson, he and John Shirley were sharing a room, not at the fabulous Marriot where the convention was occuring, but some mid-priced motel a few blocks away. They let my friend and I sleep on their floor the first night we were there. I used to wear a lot of glow in the dark rosaries (it was the 80's) and at one point Bill sat up in bed and exclaimed "there's girls in my room and they're glowing in the dark!" in his amazing drawl. I never read any of his books besides "Neuromancer" but I often wonder if glow in the dark girls ever made appearances in his subsequent writings. It was a pivotal weekend in my life (4th of July weekend 1984) and made me want to leave boring old Canada for exciting new America, which I did.
Eventually I moved to Eugene, Oregon with the first of many weird guitarists and had nothing to do all day but go to the library and read entire author's outputs all day long. This is a good way to pass the time but it did make it hard to keep all those Phillip K Dick plots seperate in my LSD-addled teenage mind. My favorites were "Flow my Tears the Policeman Said" , "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?" and just for fun "Clans of the Alphane Moon." Richard Brautigan also got into heavy rotation along with the Kerouac and the Burroughs.
I read JG Ballard's "Crash" and Harry Crewes' "Car" in the same week which probably did some damage to my psyche.
The "Love and Rockets" comic books series by the Hernandez Brothers came into my life about then and I headed down the slippery slope of alternative comics reading anything from "mainstream"artists like R. Crumb to silly hand drawn comic zines by disaffected misfits.
One of the only works of fiction I read during my stint at the bookstore was "Lives of the Monster Dogs" by Kirsten Bakis, an amazing book about talking Victorian Dogs who come to live out their days in modern Manhattan.
I read "Confederacy of Dunces" by John Kennedy O'Toole to my boyfriend while he was undergoing chemotherapy years ago and it sure took our mind off our troubles.
"The Cure for All Cancers" by Hulda Clark and "Healing with whole foods" by Paul Pitchford also helped us stay focused. "The Humanure Handbook" by Joseph Jenkins should be required reading for everyone who poops.
Lately my favorite books have again been children's titles. I love Phillip Pullman's "His Dark Material's" Trilogy and I am obsessed with "A Series of Unfortunate Events" by Lemony Snicket.
When I think about Childrens Literature now I think Mind Control and I'm looking forward to re-reading my childhood favorites with "new eyes".
I'm laughing at how many books I have in common with Lyra's favorites but not too surprised:
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest- (and "Sometimes A Great Notion", you can't live in Eugene without reading all the beat hippy literature especially the under-rated Ringolevio by Emmett Grogan )
The Catcher in the Rye- JD Salinger - (I have a great deal of synchronicity in my life around Salinger like a very good friend named Seymour Glass, and a friend named Zoe with a daughter named Esme)
1984- George Orwell-(my teenage fake girl band was called the Junior Anti-Sex League)
A Brave New World- Aldous Huxley - there's a great band from England called the Buzzcocks who have a delightful song called "Everybody's Happy Nowadays"
and of course the incomparable
The Encyclopedia of Country Living - Carla Emery (I am a proud owner of one the early editions mimeographed on multi-colored paper and spiral bound)
In terms of Noble Realms type subject matter, in the past year I've worked my way through the Montauk series, "The Family" by Ed Saunders (a great exoteric read on the Manson Family written by a member of The Fugs), "The Biggest Secret" by Icke and "Love is in The Earth" by Melody (one name-- like Cher! or Madonna!).
Right now I'm trying to give my full attention to David Ovason's "Secret Architecture of our Nations Capital: the Masons and the Building of Washington DC" but it's a dense read.
I just finished a piece of fluff called "Girl Trouble: The True Saga of Superstar Gloria Trevi and the Secret Teenage Sex Cult That Stunned the World" which is kind of in the same vein as "Tranceformation of America" by Cathy O'Brien and is in prelude to me hunting down a copy of "Secret don't Tell" by Carla Emery.
I'm looking forward to taking a "reading vacation" this winter and will be adding some of the titles listed here to my "to read"pile, hope to see more recommendations in the coming weeks.
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