this needs to be instrumentalised<\/em>. For the first time in years I am reading for pure enjoyment. Pleasure. Leisure. Not for any research purposes or intention for application towards work.<\/p>\nIt\u2019s childlike this engrossment in paperbacks. Truly assuming my school holiday mode, when I would visit the public library in my grandparents\u2019 rural New Zealand town and take out the maximum amount of books I could carry. And read all of them.<\/p>\n
What took me away from the pleasure of fiction? Guilt. I was unable to read without the haunting sense that I should be working<\/em>. The to-do list was ever present. It was difficult to allow myself a break to \u2018do nothing\u2019. Of course, reading is not doing nothing, but it felt like reading non-fiction was doing something<\/em>. It was never not work-related and thus, incessantly triggering of ideas, thought, the highlighter and sticky flags coming to hand.<\/p>\nDon\u2019t be misled, I am not reading complex works or even classics. I\u2019ve been in a hostel reading whatever was on the shelf. The Party<\/em> by Robyn Harding (so-called \u2018chick lit\u2019. Light. Easy. Effectively suspenseful), Talking as Fast as I Can<\/em> by Lauren Graham (a memoir by Lorelai of Gilmore Girls. Something I wouldn\u2019t have thought I\u2019d find myself reading but entertaining enough to finish), The Friend<\/em> by Sigrid Nunez (yet undecided on this one). Books I\u2019ve never heard of before.<\/p>\nThe removal of options \u2013 what an unexpected delight! When I can choose however, it has been works of magic realism. One Hundred Years of Solitude<\/em> by Gabriel Garc\u00eda M\u00e1rquez. Kafka on the Shore<\/em> by Haruki Murakami. These are the books that have been most unbelievable in setting me free (from myself).<\/p>\nWhen I mention this, Scott Wark asks how the genre of magic realism is informing my work (perhaps more known for its lo-fi, punk aesthetic). How is all this fiction I\u2019ve been reading being instrumentalised? Later I delight in the clarity of the answer.<\/p>\n
It isn\u2019t.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"template":"","group":[4],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pauseforthought.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/entry\/116"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pauseforthought.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/entry"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pauseforthought.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/entry"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pauseforthought.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=116"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"group","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pauseforthought.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/group?post=116"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}