Alas and alack, reading seems to have become a lost art, drowned out by more Informative things like the internet, and by more Entertaining things like television. People assume that if a person likes to read, said person is academically-minded. So, since they’re going to be impressed by the fact that you are reading anyway, let’s take it a step further:
First, choose a book that is a classic. Yes, everyone knows of Frankenstein or Winnie
the Pooh. But few have actually read the
books that share the characters’ names. What’s the use of reading The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas if
nobody knows you’re reading an awesome espionage book by the author of The
Three Musketeers? Not very effective
in astounding passersby with your magnificent literacy, is it? No, better not to discover forgotten
treasures, or at least read them in private. When reading in public, find something more hum-drum or popular.
Second, sometimes you might be able to find an Annotated or
Fully Illustrated edition. This causes
what might have been a short children’s paperback novel to become a large,
thick, hefty hardcover not to be trifled with. I’m thinking in particular of copies of Alice in Wonderland or The
Phantom Tollbooth.
Shakespearean plays are especially good for this purpose. I once had a copy of The Taming of the Shrew where half of the book was introduction and afterward, and even once I got into the text of the play half of the pages were comprised of footnotes.
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