Here is what you should know, or maybe, here is what I am going to tell you (a very different thing), in no particular order:
1) Wolf Hall is kind of awesome, but suffers from the whole problem of history, which is that it resists the tidy narrative arc that comforts a person.
2) While it is true that it struggled with its narrative arc, it is also intensely moving at times, regularly breaking apart the frozen sea within me, which I appreciated.
3) I love me a narrative arc.
4) So. Speaking of narrative arc. The Marriage Plot. If I were a better person, I would be able to cast anything I had ever heard about Jeffrey Eugenides and his opinions on anything. But I am not a better person.
5) I have a tendency to fight with every book I read, as though we are having a back and forth, and it can hear me. But the thing is, it can't hear me, and I am probably wasting precious mental energy, not to mention disturbing myself for no reason. The Marriage Plot did this to me. I am conflicted about it still. He is of course, a good writer, but I am starting to think that this may be an impediment. Also? I think if you're going to call something The Marriage Plot, you shouldn't be a chicken about following through on your marriage plot.
6) I am also starting to think that le mot juste and an appreciation for (please forgive me for the phrase I am about to allow here) lapidary prose may be leading to a showing off trend among contemporary writers that is bumming me out. How well something is written is never the point, I think. It ends up feeling like everything is exquisitely prepared, but something raw and essential at the heart is missing.
7) My Dyslexia. Hmm. I took a class with Phillip Schultz, and I am interested in reading difficulties and learning troubles, so I picked this up on a whim. He found out he was dyslexic at age 58, when he found out his son was dyslexic. It is short, sweet. It is very Jewish, if we can allow that as an adjective. I think a parent of a kid who is dyslexic might want to read it. Heartfelt but confusing somehow. And yet…I was moved.
8) I am being moved all over the place here, no? I wonder where that expression came from, moved. It is such a strange and human thing, feeling this emotional pain as pain, which, you know, hurts, but at the same time seeking it out, because it moves you somewhere else.
9) What are you reading now? Is it reaching you?