I have been having a lot of trouble focusing on reading lately. A conspiracy of distraction, by visible and invisible agents, has left my patience and ability to focus in shreds. I am running out of bookmarks for my unfinished projects.
I really need some book victories. Not just for the satisfaction of checking off another book, but more for the feeling of thought, the mind at work. To hear the gears running, going beyond cramming the mind with facts.
I had a minor victory in the completion of book club book today. Wind, sand, and stars is a short poetic reflection on the world through the eyes of a pilot in the early days of aviation. It is a french author, which in my experience is a struggle between narrative, philosophy, and poetry.
I was surprised it was not better enjoyed at book club. Mood seems to play a role. Not everyone enjoys wrestling with contrary thoughts (the author was a libertine aristocrat), preferring different battles in their books. It also doesn't hurt that the book was romanticizing logistics; near and dear to my heart.
Still one book down. Hopefully more to come.