I Read Thick Books and Then Forget Everything I Read

Here’s what I do remember

Back when there were bookstores, I browsed them with my wife. She browsed by title and author. I browsed by thickness. I like to get a lot of pages for my money. I read books the way I watch the Super Bowl — for entertainment. When the entertainment is over, my old brain dumps the information like a hot rock to make room for new stuff. I can’t tell you who played in or won the Super Bowl two years ago. Below is a list of some of the books I’ve read and what I remember.

WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS

War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy — Long boring lecture at the end.

In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust — There is a kind of dinner party I never get invited to.

Kristen Lavransdatter by Sigrid Undset — Viking marriage has challenges.

Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy — Russian marriage has even bigger challenges.

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez — There was a flood.

Dance to the Music of Time by Anthony Powell — Those Brits are hilarious.

A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth — Being Hindu is more fun than I imagined.