(Greywolf Press) The Act Four Live chat returns on Jan. 9. Get your questions in here! Last year, I made a whole list of professional resolutions and published them on Act Four, hoping that the act of making them public, and making them as promises to all of you, would somehow inspire me to keep them. Sadly, that did not turn out to be the case. My good intentions got swamped by my giant series on policing in pop culture, the personal irritation of some serious dental surgery and the national tsuris that was the 2016 presidential election. So I’m not going to repeat that failed experiment, even though I’m still plugging away at my continuing film education. But there is one bad habit I fell into in 2016 that I am going to attempt to break this year: rereading old books rather than reading new ones. Now, there’s nothing wrong with revisiting books that you love and that have had an impact on you. But I found that in 2016, I relied too heavily on reading the same books over and over simply because they were comforting when the news felt unpleasant. I reread Katherine Addison’s “The Goblin Emperor,” Kevin Kwan’s “Crazy Rich Asians” and “China Rich Girlfriend” and Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan’s “The Royal We” not just once, but over and over. Now, I read quickly, so this didn’t prevent me from reading dozens of books that were new to me, as well — my best discovery in 2016 was Joseph Wambaugh’s police novels. But I did feel as though these repetitions weren’t really about getting new things from these books, all of which are tremendous fun. They were just a method of self-soothing. So in 2017, I’m going to try to be disciplined about reading mostly new books, and about rereading selectively. Over Christmas and New Year’s, I read Richard Price’s twisty police novel “The Whites” and Claudia Rankine’s “Citizen: An American Lyric.” Neither book was remotely soothing; instead, both made me feel sharply awake. And in 2017, that’s precisely what I need. |
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