Notes of a Defeatist

Pretty much any gift giving occassion, finds a least a few new books for me to consume. When I was about eleven or twelve, armloads of wrapped Stephen King paperbacks through off the balance of having read everything on my bookshelf. Fifteen years later, any chances of catching up on my reading would involve mandatory bedrest for at least a year and a half.

Thankfully, this holiday season only two books made it under the tree:

Book One by Chip Kidd

As it turns out, I’m not alone in this battle. Also,wrestling with this conundrum—the great Joe Queenan.

I do not avoid books like “Accordion Man” or “Elwood’s Blues” merely because I believe that life is too short. Even if life were not too short, it would still be too short to read anything by Dan Aykroyd. And I am sure I am not alone when I state that cavalierly foisting unsolicited reading material upon book lovers is like buying underwear for people you hardly know.