Friday, January 10, 2020

'Overt and Occult Connections'

A reader has alerted me to the tally of books read since June 1968 kept by Art Garfunkel, the other half of Paul Simon’s duet. The first title logged isn’t promising -- Rousseau’s Confessions – nor is the second – Erich Fromm’s The Art of Loving. Both reek of the year Garfunkel read them, but we can’t always blame a man for reading bad books. Only by reading the bad ones can we learn to recognize and appreciate the true worth of the good ones. Garfunkel’s account stands at 1,299 titles, which translates into roughly 25.5 volumes per year, or about one book read every two weeks – more than most Americans but hardly phenomenal.

What is noteworthy is the obsession with maintaining such a list and the eagerness with which Garfunkel shares it with the world. Assuming his veracity, his bookish intake is steady and his tastes are eclectic, so I suppose we ought to congratulate him. Who expects a pop singer even to be literate? I’ve never kept a book list. Such a log would have minor autobiographical interest for me: When did I read Tristram Shandy for the first time? It might help chart the growth of my sensibility but who cares? Even I hardly care. I’ve kept a diary at various times but always ended up burning it – out of boredom, not guilt. Anyway, in 2020, spouting off about how many books you’ve read is unlikely to result in celebrity or make you popular with the opposite sex.

This week at The Imaginative Conservative, Christine Norvell posted a brief article about the keeping of book lists. Apparently the custom is more popular than I realized. She makes an interesting suggestion:  
         
“In these same personal lists, many of Mrs. Bogel’s [host of the reading podcast Modern Mrs. Darcy] listeners included a reference category for where they first heard of the book. Imagine looking back ten years from now and seeing what you read because a good friend at the time, a work colleague, family member, or random stranger recommended something you enjoyed.”

I would like to know how one book leads to another. That might amount to a genuinely revealing autobiography, though I suspect no one else would care. Almost fourteen years ago I wrote:

“The late Guy Davenport believed every book was created by its author, often unknowingly, as a response, one half of a virtual dialogue, sometimes disguised, to an already existing book. If we accept this highly ecological premise, and I do, then every book is linked inevitably to every other book in a vast Borgesian weave of overt and occult connections.”

2 comments:

Faze said...

The late Guy Davenport believed every book was created by its author, often unknowingly, as a response, one half of a virtual dialogue, sometimes disguised, to an already existing book.

I like this mimetic theory of literature. It is absolutely true.

Tim Guirl said...

I learned to journal from Dick Wood, who learned to journal from O.K. Bouwsma, who learned to journal from Wittgenstein.