Book 1
Somehow, I’ve never read this. So here we go….
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I've been selling of a lot of my books (a couple hundred). Mainly cause I've collected then over time and now they're just ornamental shelf space. I figure if I ever want to reread any of them again, I've got the library and don't mind off-loading some dead weight. Sometimes just keeping a bunch of books I've read already seems like some sub-conscious intellectual flex. Sort of like having a bunch of records I hardly get time to listen to (ouch...self burn...enough introspection).
Any way Zen and the Art... is one of the books I just sold in a bunch to a guy off CL. Funny enough, he picked the books up on a BMW motorcycle so it was fitting. I read that book in high school and bought my first motorcycle at 17 (I'm in my late thirties now). I remember Pirsig talking about the constant consciousness and awareness of experiencing the road on a motorcycle. How at any given moment the rider could touch their foot to road passing underneath at speed and remind themselves of that connection. It's actually a habit I've taken with me all through my years of riding - especially on long road trips. When I was about 23/24 I spent 3-4 months living off my bike and went from CT, out west and back, before putting my bike in storage and hitching around Mexico. I remember riding through places like the Tetons, Yellowstone, or over the Continental Divide and being immersed in the natural beauty. Accompanying that was my man-made contraption and its constant engine hum filling the air. I'd variably put my foot down and let it scrape the road and therein lies one of those nearly ineffable experiences - to connect but also understand the sheer fragility of your position in that instance. Sure, I had a level of control with my positioning of the bike, the speed I chose, and the decisions I made; but also there was/is a level of necessary surrender because my control was tenuous. I wasn't the dominant force in that relationship - I've rag-dolled myself off a bike and that's a sobering awakening.
I eventually studied philosophy as my undergraduate major. I consider some stuff in that book to be a good intro (there is Phaedrus, after all); albeit not the most profound, it has its merits. I mean, at least it doesn't trade in the heavy New Age pseudo-philosophy bullshit you got with stuff like Celestine Prophecy, Teachings of Don Juan, Conversations with God, etc.
Anywho, that's my tangent.
Speaking of One Hundred Years of Solitude....fuck yea. I've reread that book a couple time. Fantastic book and opened the door to magical realism for me. I don't know if I would've read things like Borges, Pedro Paramo, etc if it wasn't for Marquez.