Issue 21 Mar 03, 2023

Popcorn books šŸæ

Hey!

I've been reading a lot lately, I'm happy to say. It's been quite a mix, these books, having ended up on my bedside table for a various of reasons. Several of them have been what my friend Tim referred to as "popcorn books" when we had online drinks a while ago. That phrase stuck with me.

Before sitting down to write this issue, I thought long and hard about whether to name any books or authors. It is, after all, not that hard to think that being a popcorn novel is a bad thing. It is not, of course, and I can't stress that enough. After all, these are books I've read and enjoyed. The mere notion that such a term would be negative is grounded in the idea that thereā€™s good culture and bad culture, the latter often referred to as "entertainment". Itā€™s clear with books, some genres are just less serious, for lack of a better word, than others, and thus regarded as dumb. The more complicated, the better, preferably in a niche nobody but the author and a select few has any knowledge of. Itā€™s perhaps even more clear with movies, where Marvel blockbusters and the like are regarded cheap money-grabs, whereas small indie movies where they speak a language you donā€™t know is more highly regarded. Now, either of these cases doesnā€™t mean that the niche book or movie isnā€™t good, even better for you, itā€™s just an observation of how society looks at these things.

Better for you, thatā€™s the key, isnā€™t it? I can enjoy a niche French drama as much as seeing John Wick kill people with a fucking pencil, it all depends on my mood. The same goes with books. Itā€™s not hard, I think, to go from Joan Didion or Bret Easton Ellis, to Lee Child or Jim Butcher. The latter duo would, by most accounts, fall into the popcorn books authors stable, and thatā€™s why I sometimes pick them, rather than, say, Joyce Carol Oates. Itā€™s not a testament to the author in any way other than, at times, I feel like reading something else, something different. I love fine dining, but fish and chips at a dive bar can be heavenly, too, is what Iā€™m saying.

So, donā€™t feel ashamed for picking up a popcorn book. Enjoy it, and consume the next in the series (itā€™s almost always a series, isnā€™t it?) while youā€™re at it. Thatā€™s what I did recently, devouring the first three books in the Dresden Files series by Jim Butcher. It was a nice acquaintance for a time, since the books (and writing) actually improves rather than re-iterates the same things all over again, as, say, Lee Child did for a bit. Iā€™ve put the series on hold for, though. Itā€™s time for something else. Canā€™t have popcorn all the time, after all.


šŸ“š Currently reading a manuscript by a dear friend of mine, that I'm sure I shouldn't be talking about. Sorry...

šŸŽµ Listening to Marie LaforĆŖt's 1961-1964 in our newly finished (almost) kitchen. The French bistro vibe is strong with this one.

šŸ“ŗ Watching The Last of Us, still. It's getting better and better, I think, but the hype is, as always, a bit much.

šŸŽ® Playing Lifeline+, a choose your path text adventure that I enjoyed but never finished when it launched for the ā€“ and hold on to your horses now ā€“ Apple Watch! It's on Apple Arcade, and I'm playing it on an iPad, which might not be ideal but I accidentally started it there, and, well, that's it.


I hope you've had a good week. Mine's been slow, a sorely needed break at work. As always when things are slow, you first enjoy it, then start to worry about the future, just to finish at a restaurant with a brand new scheme. That's what happened yesterday, and I'm looking forward to telling you about it.

For now, take care, and enjoy your weekend. I'll speak to you soon.

ā€” Thord D. Hedengren āš”

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