I Read 71 Books in 2020
By Brad Robertson
When I was wondering when this would be over, The Splendid and the Vile (August), made me realize that other eras and countries have had it far worse, and endured challenges for far longer. In Winston Churchill’s London, when bombs fell on the club you were currently attending, you would just go to the one down the street and continue the party.
By the way, what’s going on with the people doing the bombing? Apparently, according to Blitzed (September), Hitler, as well as most of the Nazi leadership and tons of soldiers were on serious drugs. How is it that I’ve never heard of this?
We live in a remarkable and dynamic world, but we mostly live in our own minds.
Annika Harris‘s Conscious (June) made me wonder in a new way about time and made me realize that much of how I was feeling about 2020 was a part of my own mental reality.
I also learned that memory and truth can be slippery, that fiction can be more true than reality, and that you can use humor to explore even the most challenging and controversial ideas.
I also realized again that there are a lot of books to read, and they are not all from this year.
Why was I doing all this reading, anway? According to Sam Harris’s Free Will (July), it wasn’t really me making those choices. Maybe my grandpa’s non-stop reading of geology books in his chair in Boulder Creek, California in 1975 made me do it?
What comes next?
Maybe keep reading. According to Apollo’s Arrow (October), we will be fully “back to normal” in 2024.
Want to stay out of The Institute (February)? Grab a book and join me on the page in 2021.
I also watched a lot of television.
Thanks to the authors who dedicated so much of their intelligence and energy to create these works, and also thanks to the Manzanita library.