A meme of sorts…
If you were to attend a book burning, which books would you take to put onto the pyre? Why?
My reaction to this question is perhaps unusual, I think it sounds like a great idea, mostly because burning books is associated with government oppression and control of media, if it were reclaimed by the populace as a statement of distaste at the kind of rubbish they try to feed us with that could only be a good thing. Clearly it has a long history, in the days when books were written by hand I imagine the act itself was a very powerful statement. These days, though, cheap paperbacks are frequently pulped by the publishers when their sales estimates were out by an order of magnitude, so while the symbolism remains the act itself is not very costly in terms of either time or money.
For me there are a lot of bad books out there, but mostly they’re just a bit of a waste of time, not that many really get me angry enough to want to commit that kind of heresy. Indeed, there are only two I can think of:
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus (John Grey) – the classic of the ‘relationship self help’ genre, but it contains nothing you don’t know already. And it spends most of its time justifying dreadful behaviour by guys in terms of primitive cultures. Things have moved on since then, and while I still don’t really understand I *know* that this book isn’t helping.
Prozac Nation (Elizabeth Wurtzel) – a load of self-indulgent twaddle that has set back the introduction of better living through chemistry a number of years. Antidepressants make you think things like this are publishable, don’t do it kids, stick with making music, at least that sometimes sounds good, and even if not it only lasts four minutes.
And a couple of runners-up, Linus Torvalds biography and Emma, the bane of my life, neither of which I actually own so it’d be a little inconsiderate to add them to the inflagration.
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