New York Review Books… is it me, or is it getting harder to find a reason not to accumulate them indiscriminately? The quality of the literature and their beauty as objects—those tasteful covers and their perfect traveling size and the way they look lined up on the shelf—and the relatively reasonable price all conspire to push a lot of people’s acquisition buttons. It’s as if Cool Ranch Doritos were suddenly really good for you. I cave shamefully quickly whenever an agreeable one crosses my path, and I know I’m not alone out here.
Fortunately, The Literary Stew has declared November 7-13 NYRB Reading Week. It’s an informal thing, although fully endorsed by the folks over at New York Review Books: Read one or more, then review it or blog about it, and leave a link in their comments section. There will be prizes, both random and meritorious—more NYRB books, natch—plus the chance to see what other people have to say (and which ones you just might need to pick up for yourself, thus perpetuating the cycle indefinitely).
After all, reading what you have is tantamount to making room for more. I have mine picked out: Since the BookBalloon November reading discussion book is John Williams’ Stoner, I’ll be, ah… killing two birds. And looking forward to it.