A story about Yann Martel's quixotic attempt to get his Prime Minister reading opens with this very amusing anecdote:
A late friend -- God rest his cynical soul -- once doubted that the literary novels he was loaning to his new love interest were actually being read. So our friend discreetly taped a few pages together in the middle of the next book that had been eagerly requested -- The Folding Star, by Alan Hollinghurst, as I recall -- and loaned it to his lover du jour. A week later, the borrower returned the book -- the taped pages unbroken -- and declared it a masterpiece. Our friend repeated the experiment with two more books, both requested by his fading lover, and both times the tape survived intact. The relationship did not.
Feeding your lover a steady stream of novels for them to read is kind of Pygmalion-ish, right? That's probably the reason the relationship didn't last. He/she probably realized they didn't need a Henry Higgins in their life.
Posted by: Niall | April 07, 2010 at 10:27 AM
Oh i think one half of every relationship is always trying to fix the other.
Posted by: Mayowa | April 07, 2010 at 11:28 AM
I think the link is incorrect!
Posted by: V | April 07, 2010 at 01:52 PM
The fact that the book was THE FOLDING STAR and revealing the gender of the loved one was carefully avoided suggests a gay relationship. The reason the writer had to be so coy in his pronouns was...what?
Posted by: Gary | April 07, 2010 at 03:52 PM
What a brave move! About the time when Oprah started her book club was right about the time I stopped browsing the best seller list, going to book club, reading books friends suggested.. There was no joy left in finding that book that I could lose myself in without a big fat O ruining the cover! I'm sorry to those authors, who are brilliant but if I had the money, I would have set up shop, employed thousands upon thousands of people just to stick pages together.
Posted by: Philly De Havitall | August 30, 2010 at 10:26 AM