Maybe it's because I'm in publishing, maybe it's because I love books, or maybe I'm just nosy, but when someone sitting near me in public is reading, I want to know what they're reading, why they're reading it, and why they decided to read it on the subway, at the doctor's office, on the airplane, or on a park bench. I end up setting aside what I'm doing in order to satisfy my curiosity, craning my neck and squinting my eyes to discern author, title, and if I'm lucky, publisher.
Lately I've been paying a bit more attention to what's being read publicly and here's what I and others have seen recently on the subway, at little league games and other venues:
Friday Night Knitting Club, Kate Jacobs
Blink, Malcolm Gladwell
Jemimah J, Jane Green
The Creation of Eve, by Lynn Cullen (forthcoming in March, someone was reading an advance copy)
The Art of Racing in the Rain, Garth Stein
I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, Tucker Max
Spiced: A Pastry Chef's True Stories of Trials By Fire... , Dalia Jurgensen
Girls in Trucks, Katie Crouch
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Steig Larsson
I'm in No Mood for Love, Rachel Gibson
The Help, Kathryn Stockett
Twilight, Stephanie Meyer
Diary of A Wimpy Kid, Jeff Kinney
Nixonland, Rick Perlstein
The End of Your World, Adyashanti
The Last Lecture, Randy Pausch
Middlesex, Jeffrey Eugenides
The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver
The White Tiger, Aravind Adiga
Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of The World, Haruki Murakami
Too Big To Fail, Andrew Ross Sorkin
The Magicians, Lev Grossman
Treatise on the Great Stages of the Path to Enlightenment, Volume I, by Tsong Khapa (that was me reading on the 6 train)
We all have different ways of discovering books, and spotting them being read in public is just one. At Huffington Post, we are very interested in what people are reading around the country, and in particular we'd love to know what books you have seen being read in public. Just as we are now posting your reader recommendations, we'll post what you've spotted. So leave a comment letting us know the title and the venue in which the book was being read -- waiting room, bus, park bench, café, restaurant, airplane, airport, train, etc. -- or send e-mails to amyhertz@huffingtonpost.com. And let us know what you think of the books being mentioned.
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This went on for two months with the same 190-page potboiler. What was he up to? Was he a screenwriter adapting the novel? A publisher? A novice criminal looking for tricks of the trade? An author teaching himself how to write a detective story? Was he trying to conquer some kind of reading disability?
My curiosity finally got the best of me, and I asked him. He responded in a Russian accent thicker than borscht. He said he was an engineer in Russia and came to New York speaking no English. While working for a Russian import company, he was teaching himself English by studying popular fiction. He hoped to master the language sufficiently to resume his career as an engineer and teacher. He studied detective novels because they contained lots of vernacular and idiomatic expressions (the trickiest part of learning any second language).
I haven't seen him for a while. I bet he got that engineering job he aimed for. Another case of better living through subway reading.
By the way, Amy, if in the next few weeks you happen to see a heart-breakingly adorable fellow on the N Train reading Barabara Tuchman's "A Distant Mirror," please come over and say hello--it's me!
Right now I am reading "The Family:The Secret Fundamentalism at the Heart of American Power" by Jeff Sharlet. So far very interesting!
by Luo Guanzhong
Another venue - leaving books in laundromats is a good way to "spread the wealth".
I won't bore anyone w/ the whole list, but probably the best book I read was Profiles In Courage by JFK. Found it really informative in the partisan debate on health care reform (and sad that so few Republicans find the political courage to do what's right, instead of what's Right).
Yesterday, I noted a guy at the French cafe (Polk Gulch, San Francisco, the sunny side of the street) reading Harlot's Ghost by Norman Mailer ... hard not to notice; thick book with prominent lettering on cover. But if I can't make out the title, I like playing a game of matching up the cover with the face : who is reading a thick pocketbook potboiler ... who, a law textbook ... who, a library hardback ... who, a Penguin Clasic ... sort of like noting dogs and their walkers ... the similarities ...
PS
I also have a ritual I'd invite others to consider : if I see an open book has been placed face down in public, I pick it up, and read a few lines, so it doesn't fall asleep, or feel neglected