Thursday, April 29, 2010
When I first became aware of blogging, I totally dismissed it as just self-indulgent narcissism, because the world doesn't really care what you think and do. Now I realize that being self-indulgent is perhaps O.K. So what if nobody cares; it is self-amusing to do it. And since nobody writes real letters anymore, it is an opportunity to practice writing skills. So I am going to write about the books I read. Once one of my former students asked me why I chose to teach English, and I answered, only partly joking, that I chose teaching so that I could talk about books and people had to listen, whether they were interested or not. So I am retired now, and nobody has to listen anymore, but I will convince myself that somebody out there is paying attention.