This year I've finally got around to Infinite Jest. I don't know that I'm enjoying the book itself so much as I enjoy the mental exercise that I get from its reading, if any of that makes sense.
In this area, I feel I've learned the most from reading commentary in the New Yorker.
For enjoyment, I've read:
* Stories of Your Life and Others by Chiang
* The Odyssey translated by Emily Wilson
* What The F by Bergen
* Blindsight by Watts
I think I was in the minority, but I found the Fagles translation to be far and away the best. I definitely subscribe more to the school of poetic translation than literal translation, so I was intrigued by the Wilson translation. What were your thoughts?
[0]: Comments from other HN readers, some who have read Fagles' translation: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=15624881
[1]: A note from Wilson in the New Yorker: https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/a-translators-re...
[2]: NYT article: https://mobile.nytimes.com/2017/11/02/magazine/the-first-wom...
>[A] mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.
The past few years, I started to actually read. I've fallen in love with reading. The world is more open, my critical analysis is stronger, and my school and engineering work has improved. Overall, I have a much happier disposition than before I read.
I don't know whether to attribute this change to reading or maturing; it's probably a mix of both. However, I think I really enjoy reading now because I select works that I consider well-written. This single characteristic, reading something that is well-written, has changed my outlook on reading. There is some incredible writing out there, and I wish I started reading these pieces when I was younger.
> A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one. > > - George R.R. Martin
Edit for parallelism.