I’ve had a physical copy of one of John Hodgman’s books for quite some time (More Information Than You Require). It’s one of the books I saved out of the original donation pile with the intention of reading it before we move across the country. I like John Hodgman. I think he’s funny. We both like him enough that we bought tickets to see his show at The Birchmere a few years back. We didn’t go at the last minute, for depressing reasons (still absolutely the right decision), but I’m sure we would have enjoyed the show.
I had every expectation of enjoying his book. And then I tried to read it (this was yesterday). I’ve been talking a lot about the books on my bookshelf and how I feel about reading them. Some of them are really just not for me (Gormenghast, some of the Kate Atkinson novels), some of them I have REALLY liked, and some I might just not be in the mood for. I think I’m just not in the mood for John Hodgman. There are a lot of made-up facts, there’s a lot of ALL CAPS EMPHASIS going on, a lot of absurdity – these are all things I think are funny. Just not this week, I guess. Or maybe for me, Hodgman’s humor doesn’t translate to the page. Or maybe I’m just not in the right mood.
I put the book in the donation pile. I might try again before we actually donate the books. I might not. It won’t be hard to get if I change my mind later.
I feel bad about this (hence the hedging and rationalizing).
Not that bad, though. I picked up Bill Bryson’s Shakespeare book last night and was immediately more interested. I’m much happier when I’m reading something for fun and not because I feel like I have to.
I’m sorry, John Hodgman, that apparently I feel like your book is something I have to read.
momma betty
You could always check it out of a library. 🙂 Just think of all the library cards you could collect, from all over the country, the world!
Zannah
I could do that. Never got one in Annapolis, though. Failed already!