News, but not the serious kind
Does seeing the movie count?
In the big surprise of the week, a survey has found that two out of three Britons have lied about reading books they didn’t really read!
Wow, call Woodward and Bernstein!
It turns out they lie most about “War and Peace,” which of course no human has ever finished, and “Ulysses” by somebody named Joyce, whoever she was.
But at the very top of the bogus “Oh sure, I read that!” list is a book called “1984.”
I will admit that I’ve gone way beyond fibbing about having read “1984.” Sometimes I claim I WROTE it. My thinking is I was alive and writing in that year, so who’s to say I didn’t write the thing?
But here’s my main point. As an actual published writer of a couple of Oddly Enough story collections – hey, they count – we authors don’t care if you read our books, as long as you buy them. I’m pretty sure that Joyce woman would agree with me.
A reader views the original manuscript of James Joyce’s Ulysses in Dublin, in a 2000 file photo