Book Smarts
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Week Four - Game Change
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Book Three: Why We Get Fat And What To Do About It, by Gary Taubes
Book Two: The Solace of Leaving Early, by Haven Kimmel
Monday, January 9, 2012
Book One
Yesterday was my anniversary (18th!) so I didn't get my first review posted. Better late than never.
For the first week of my "Book a Week" challenge, I read a book that has been on my shelf for several years - Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist. You would have to have lived under a rock to not have passing familiarity with this book, one of the best selling of all time. I suspect I am not the only person who owns this book because his or her child was required to buy it as summer reading. In fact, I suspect that a reasonable chunk of those 65 million copies were sold to rising 10th graders as part of a forced summer reading plan. And why not? It is light weight, packs well, has a simple plot, speaks to the concerns of youth, and if you didn't read it, your friend could easily sum it up for you on the bus the first day of school.
Those too young to have a current or past high school student in the house may have bought their copy after reading Madonna's glowing review on the cover. Sigh.
The Alchemist is a classic, "A man went on a journey" story, and on some level, I think that “A man went on a journey” stories are for the young and for men. As a middle aged woman, they have the power to make me anxious. I worry that perhaps I won’t get to go on any more interesting journeys. Perhaps I am too old for new journeys. Why do other people get all the cool journeys? And I feel jealous. This is why I don’t read travel books. They bring out the spoiled brat in me, and I begrudge others their experience. It is unbecoming.
The Alchemist is absorbed with the individual’s search for purpose and meaning by fulfilling a “Personal Legend” and with the risks that fear, comfort, romantic love, and societal expectations can distract one from that search. I lack the imagination to identify with male characters, so I identify with the female characters – primarily, Fatima, who has no apparent Personal Legend of her own to seek, and whose destiny is, I fear, to wait for her man and collect water. Then again, this wasn't her story. Perhaps her own search for her Personal Legend will be the sequel. But I doubt it.
Apart from anxiety about whether my own Personal Legend is totally lame and has (please God, no) something to do with housekeeping, I have anxiety about the Personal Legends of the men in my life. Santiago’s search for his Personal Legend took him on a journey of many months across Africa and into Egypt. One can not help but notice that at no point did he call his mother on this journey. I’m just saying. While the author doesn’t specifically say that your mother will kill your quest for a Personal Legend, I think it is there between the lines. And it’s true, ok? Your Mom doesn’t want you to have a Personal Legend. She wants you to drive safely, study hard, and get a good night’s sleep.
There are apparently millions of people who love this book. They blog about it. They have workshops on finding your Personal Legend. Ironically, the words “personal legend” are actually trademarked. That’s right. But there are also haters. There is an entire Facebook group dedicated to hating The Alchemist. If you google “most over-rated books” it makes all the lists, and the explanations provided several hours entertainment last night. Having read a number of them out loud to my husband, he will never read this book.