Thought I'd post an update on what I've been reading . . .
Ok, I don't know why I felt like I should read this book . . . I suppose because it seems to be a classic and the title is always popping up . . . so when I ran across a copy at a used book store, I bought it. I also admit that I assumed, given the popularity of the book, that it's title must be a metaphor for something . . . nope. It's really about Zen and Motorcycle Maintenance.
I'm sure there was value in my reading the 500+ pages of this book . .. my mind was stretched in philosophical directions that it doesn't normally wander . . . but a lot of the reading was done out of sheer will to finish the book so that I could move on to something else. The storyline, however, of a dad and his son on a cross-country motorcycle trip, made the heavy philosophy dialogue and descriptions of motorcycle maintenance easier to endure.
The next book was a quick read, a little dark, but stirring . . . The Reader begins with an affair between a fifteen year-old boy and a 37 year-old woman. Once you get past the startling facts of the affair, the book is really about guilt and secrets in Post-Nazi Germany. The relationship between this young man and much-older woman feels disconnected and stark- which it was, and remained, even though their lives were entangled forever after. I think the straightforward writing style and blunt edge of the story gave a sense of the mood among Germany's younger generation, as they attempted to cope with their own anger and shame, and their parents' complicated weight of guilt.