Trash (or, at least what you consider as trash — and I use the word trash to mean silly, non-serious, without much merit etc, and not derogatorily) is something that I do experience once in a while. In his latest bitty ruminations post Bharadwaj Rangan talks about some of his light readings, and links to a piece in Salon which apparently argues that
Most people who read a lot also read to satisfy a wide spectrum of moods and hankerings, and sometimes trash (provided it’s sufficiently engaging) is just the ticket
(which explanation, by the way, I love, because it not only allows you to reveal that you read trash but also tells others that you read a lot — in a sort of indirect way), and another (must-read piece) which makes fun of Steig Larsson. A nice post!
By the way, unlike Rangan, I do not consider Wodehouse to be an easy read; nor are Alexander McCall Smith and R K Narayan, though there are some who are inclined to argue that way.
December 17, 2010 at 10:40 am |
“Trash (or, at least what you consider as trash — and I use the word trash to mean silly, non-serious, without much merit etc, and not derogatorily) is something that I do experience once in a while”
Guru, now I know why you read my blogposts once in a while!
December 17, 2010 at 12:26 pm |
Dear Raj:
For me, your blog is not quite up with Wodehouse, RKN and Alex McCall Smith — but is closer to them than to trash; I especially love reading those historical pieces that you unearth and the conversations with daughters are such a fun. So, no worries