1. You need to write a million words before you can call yourself a writer, or so it is said.
That’s one of the things I’ll do here, keeping track of my total.
2. The other thing I’d like to do is start a conversation, about books I have read, about what makes them worth reading.
Too often, I have finished a book and gone online to talk about it, only to find three things:
the high-flown literary critic, with phrases like “reminiscent of Flaubert at his most playful” scattered throughout – interesting to read but intimidating to reply to – ;
the book review – nice to see another opinion, but I’ve already bought it!;
the “like” – “I love Marquez!!” “Me too.” “101 Years of Solitude is great.” “I agree.” – it establishes a connection, but it’s not exactly a discussion.
It’s hard to talk about books without sounding either like an idiot or a wanker. I hope by sounding like both, I’ll make others feel less shy.