Shakespeare Wrote for Money by Nick Hornby
This is the third and purportedly final collection of Hornby’s monthly essays about reading from The Believer magazine.
I am terribly disappointed that he stopped writing this column. I finished the book on the plane ride to Juarez this week, and laughed out loud a few times, which is embarrassing.
Do you read for fun? Are you not pretentious about reading? Do you want dozens and dozens of good recommendations spanning many genres and decades?Then you absolutely need to read these collections. I think they’re funnier than Nick Hornby’s novels, and I dearly love his novels.
Also, the introduction is by Sarah Vowell, who everyone should be in love with. My favorite excerpt:
I’m dismayed by how cheered up I was when the September 2006 issue of The Believer arrived and under “Books Read” Hornby had put down “none.” In that column, collected herein, he confesses that he didn’t read a book at all because something called “the World Cup” was on TV. I’m not entirely sure what that is, as I do not live in the world; I live in the United States. But from what I can tell, he didn’t crack a book because this World Cup thing was as all-consuming a free-time eater-upper as the DVDs of the first three seasons of Battlestar Galactica were to me. Not that I’m convinced that this Ukraine v. Tunisia rivalry he describes has the depth of feeling and moral ambiguity so dramatically summoned by the space humans’ ongoing war with the Cylons the humans themselves created, but then again what does?
Go get this book, and the others. If you come by my house, I’ll loan them to you. Probably.
Volume 2: Housekeeping vs. The Dirt
Volume 1: The Polysyllabic Spree
Who is going to continue what Hornby has started? Who will have the time and dedication to read 7 or 8 books a month and write about them in a humorous way?
I’m accepting applications in the comments below. It’s an unpaid position, and anyone likely to recommend Tolkein need not apply.
