I gave myself a little side quest to read a book while my wife was out of town. She left on Saturday. I started Indignation, a Roth book I bought on a used book binge before I left Richmond, that same day. She's still out of town, we'll see her Friday night, but I finished Indignation last night. It's a short book that butts right up to the limit for a novella. My copy is 230 pages, but the font is big and the margins are generous. The shortness of the book made it easier for me to finish in a few days, but the book was engaging and pleasant. It was deeply Roth, but his writing makes up for his focus on intensely personal experience. I'm happy to have read it. Roth is yet another reading project lingering on the edge of my future plans. I should probably finish at least one of my many reading threads before I start crossing titles off of a list. (I've read 3 Roth novels according to my Goodreads records with another one of his books in that I'm not sure if I actually finished this on space.)
Indignation is the fifth book I've finished this year. I'm ahead of last year's pace, I was just finishing up my fourth book this time last year, but way behind my reading pace of years past. At least I haven't bought any books this year. I actually haven't even felt tempted. I want to read down the pile that I've built up over the last year or so. All my recent buys are intriguing so I'm not looking for something new to pique my reading interest. We'll see how easily I refrain from book shopping once I'm left with the ambitious reads that I scooped up in my carefree and optimistic youth. That's in the future. I'm content with what I have in front of me at the moment. I started Submission today. Houellebecq feels like a superior Roth. I appreciate the masculinity inherent in their novels. I'm the antithesis of the reader publishers care about right now so there isn't much contemporary stuff that really resonates with my life experience. I can read and appreciate current prominent women writers, but it's nice to have a book that resonates with my male brain (no matter how estrogen soaked). That lack of really compelling new material is a big reason why it's been easy for me to stick to my book buying ban. I expect that I will just drift into older books rather than wander into the pointless crap on the tables at Barnes and Noble (older books outside of the most classic of classics have essentially disappeared from B&N shelves).
The book I finished before Indignation, The Doctor's Wife, was an effort to go back to men writing free from the imposed guilt of being a white man. It was a fine book, but there was a strong feminine energy (which I guess shouldn't have been a big shock given the title). The use of a female protagonist had the same feeling of the main character in the Hulu Predator movie Prey. The character didn't need to be female. The story could have been told with a similar impact and result with a male character. The use of a woman (girl in Prey? Her age is ambiguous) feels like an attempt to be subversive rather than being an essential element of the story. I guess there are no more men's stories. We're all just interchangeable people. Strong women must be more essential than strong men.
I'm making no progress to become a strong man. I've decided that my reluctance to go to the gym is rooted in my dislike for the Y that I've been using. It's an excuse, but it's also true. I've never really liked the way the free weight area is set up. A new Crunch is opening soon. I'm hoping new scenery (and equipment) will get me back into a gym groove. One evening, Friday morning, and Sunday afternoon would be enough to get back on track. Easy to say, harder to execute. I'm starting to get fat so I need to start lifting again soon. My body is aging quickly. I may not have many years of throwing 225+ around on the bench.