5 classic books that I don't know anything about.
Sometimes there are books that I feel like I should know something about, but which I've never bothered to pay much attention to. Sometimes they're dauntingly long. There are a lot of books in the world. Why would I read a seven volume novel about some guy lying in bed when I could read a dozen good regular sized books by different authors? And sometimes there's a classic book that somebody I hated really liked. Anyway, here are some books I pretend to know something about when they come up at the fancy literary parties I am clearly always attending - and here are my vague ideas of what they are about.
1. In Search of Lost Time - Proust.
This is a seven volume book about some guy waking up, and possibly going to get a newspaper and making breakfast. Also, there are lesbians in one of the books. Which seems like an okay reason to wake up.
2. Anna Karenina - Tolstoy.
This is about a woman with a big hat. In Russia, I guess? And it's old, so probably she has sex and everybody is angry about that. Also, there is some wheat which blows in the fields and makes a sound.
3. Infinite Jest - David Foster Wallace.
I'm not even sure this is a novel. All anyone ever talks about is the footnotes, and tennis? It sounds like a boring experimental poetry book about tennis. Tennis!
4. The Stranger - Camus.
This is a book about a french guy who wants everyone to think he's a cool outsider rebel like Tom Waits and Bukowski, before there was Tom Waits and Bukowski. Also, I bet he turns out to be a vampire.
5. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte.
I just think of the cover of the movie Gone with the Wind, which I don't know anything about, either. There's a man holding a woman tightly, like they're going to have sex and then blow up the white house. Because they're some kind of revolutionaries! Well, he is, and she loves him so much that she doesn't care. Even bloody carnage is peace when she's in his arms.