When I was in junior high, about 25 years ago, someone recommended
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig as an excellent read. I brought my new paperback copy along as I accompanied my grandma to her senior water aerobics class at the YMCA. As I waited for her, I began reading a few pages, but it was so abstract and the author discussed motorcycle parts more than I cared to read about. I set the book down and watched my grandma's class, which was clearly more entertaining. This cat and mouse reading game continued until my recent solo journey, when I finally "got it." Well, I'm still not sure if I completely get it, but I related to the author in some ways. Many of the themes are heavy, but the beauty of reading is that you can interpret the story however you wish. That's what I did.
Click here for the review.
 |
My tattered, 25 year old copy, which accompanied me to Melbourne, Australia. |
No comments:
Post a Comment