One of the efforts I am making this session is to (try to) read 29 pages each day. I sometimes find myself cramming in large reading sessions, and am trying to be better about “dosing” myself with content and letting it sink it more. So, today I actually forced myself to stop reading. What kind of reading challenge is this anyway?
I am loving ANY DAY NOW full of references to Allen Ginsberg and Andy Warhol. A novel based in the era, a young man meets a dude named Roads in his hometown of Owensboro, Ohio who teaches him about poetry and makes him read Walden. Roads invites him to hop on a boat and sail to the Caribbean and Clay, the protagonist of the book, gets duped and stood up. However, Clay is already infused with Roads’ non-traditional approach to life– he’s a beatnik.
Clay moves to NYC and shacks up with a gal. He works as a fry-cook, she attends Barnard. it’s pretty cool and they are protesting the war and Clay is writing poetry. In between prose are letters from his mother referring to his father, who was a veteran and worked on radios compulsively, and the woes of his illness that seems incurable. Clay is the kind of guy who takes it all in.
In the last chapter, the gal EmCee who he is staying with, gets blown up in an apartment– she evidently had gotten involved with the Weathermen. That’s where I’m at now– I will probably allow myself to read and finish this book over the weekend, but it has been nice to ease into the story even though it is such a satisfying and tasty read.