The last time I tried to read Flatland was 8, maybe 10 years ago. I found the concept intriguing but goddamn was the execution boring. I think that copy went into the 3 or 4 boxes I gave to the library before I moved cross-country. Dan & I picked up another copy for 50 cents at a library book sale (different library) a few years ago. Dan wasn’t familiar with it, thought it sounded interesting, and I’d managed to suppress how boring I found it. It went on the shelf and hadn’t been disturbed by either of us until I pulled it down last week.
This time through, I could handle the boredom but ohmygod the sexism started in the introduction! Apparently the author wrote this book for “all students” so that “boys” would have something interesting to read. So…yeah, I guess this wasn’t intended for me anyway. I got about 3 pages in and learned how, even in a world inhabited entirely by 2-dimensional shapes where you don’t even know what shape anyone is because all you ever see of a person is a line segment, women are still weak and need protecting and sheltering from the rain and all that fun stuff. So, ok, no third chances from me. This book doesn’t even deserve to be put in the freezer. I just plain threw it across the room and grabbed The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide instead. Trillian doesn’t seem to have much going on, but she hasn’t twisted an ankle or broken a nail yet, so she’s fine by me.
Why do we do this with books? Or is it just me? Sometimes I just keep trying, even when I know it’s wrong. When I read The Mysteries of Pittsburgh I put it down for a while around page 100 because I just wasn’t feeling it. I picked it up again a few weeks later and once I hit, like, page 102 I could not stop reading it. I think sometimes I give a book more chances than it deserves because I’m always expecting The Mysteries of Pittsburgh even though I should know better. What purpose does this serve?
But anyway. In knitting news, today I cleaned out one of my knitting baskets and found this:
I was able to extract Jim Baktus but I fear for my poor Laminaria’s life. I really don’t want to have to start again. I got the shawl itself separated, so I might just have to cut the yarn and call the big tangle a loss. I’ll have to weigh everything and see if I’ll have enough to finish if I do that, though. That’s a seriously big ball of alpaca tangled up there.