Reading this wonderful Garry Wills essay today, delighting in its discussion of a favorite passage of mine from the Odyssey, it occurred to me that, in selecting one's "desert island" books, one would be best served by selecting books like the Odyssey—huge books that strive to contain all of life within them. A few others occurred to me: Middlemarch, the complete works of Shakespeare (if that's not cheating), Moby-Dick (despite that book's seemingly circumscribed milieu, in its psychological and philosophical range it seems to fit on the list), and War and Peace, which I'm currently making my way through, and in which I just read this great passage:
I guess the whole idea of "desert island" books itself is an example of what Pierre is talking about: the occupation you'd need to ward off insanity or suicide if you were stranded alone on a desert island.
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great post, great passage
Thanks, Mark. I guess Pierre could have added, "Some with blogging"...
I think the "it" is what Walker Percy talks about in The Moviegoer--the despair at the center of things, the emptiness and malaise that comes when we are not on the Search for meaning or exceptionalism (as opposed to the "everydayness of life" that Percy mentions. I am going to reread that book!
P.S. Although, Percy also says that people with interesting hobbies "suffer from the most noxious of despairs since they are tranquilized in their despair."
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