Pamela Paul’s My Life with Bob is not about her long marriage to her husband, Bob. Nor is it about the special relationship she has with the rapper, Bobby Ray Simmons Jr., known professionally as B.o.B or even about her devoted dog, who I imagine might be called Bob.
Rather My Life With Bob is about her book of books, or Bob for short, the journal she has kept of every book she has read since she was a teenager. Bob is simply a list of those books, without commentary, analysis or even a brief review.
Bob is not a commonplace book that lists the author and title of a book along with passages that in the best tradition also includes some annotation.
Paul is the current editor of the New York Times Book Review and it is clear that reading has always played a central role in her very bookish life. Everywhere she travels, and she travels a lot—France, Thailand, England, China --she takes a load of printed books. She never mentions digital versions or a digital reader, just printed books.
There is no narrative tale that unfolds in her book, no particular relationship between one book and the next or one chapter and the next. But along the way, we learn a little about her life, her husband, children, and yes, all the places she’s visited and why she went there, as well as the books she was reading then.
She admits she doesn’t always remember much about the books themselves. But the list helps her to recall certain periods of her life with clarity. “Whether the emotions are tied to what happed in a book, or what I was going through at the time, somehow everything just comes rushing back.”
Given the importance of books in her life and the fact that she usually remembers very little about them, I find it odd that she never mentions re-reading any book. The reason I’ve started to re-read the books I recall enjoying is because I too remember little of the books I’ve read, especially those I’ve read long ago.
For Paul reading is fundamentally about the relationship between a book and a reader, about the way books provide a reader with the perspective and sensibility of others. Of course, you can’t truly know how something feels unless you experience it, but reading about those experiences gives you a semblance.
It is also, or can be, a way to better understand ourselves. And toward the end she cites Kafka’s often quoted view that:
“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?...We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more that ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.”
2 comments:
I recall reading about Paul's Book of Books in the Times and I remember thinking at the time why keep just a list without any comments or context, even a rating? What purpose could that serve? But I suppose if she noted the dates that she read a book and where she was at the time, that data would serve at least as a memory prompt (but not a sufficient one to recall a whether she liked the book or not). But, apparently it did serve as a structure for a sort of memoir.
Like you, I find myself re-reading books - usually I remember if I like the book, but I can't recall enough about it to remember why I liked it. I feel guilty about that, as though I owe enough of a debt to a good book to at least remember it well!
I really like Kafka's quote. I also like Emerson's (because it assuages my guilt): "I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me."
The Emerson quote is new to me and it is a very good one. Thank you.
I agree a simple list of books read is hardly worth the trouble. You can keep a commonplace book with passages and annotations, while at the same time listing the book that led you to mark passages and notes.
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