Reading fiction

Thursday 13 May 2004This is 19 years old. Be careful.

I rarely read fiction anymore. When I used to commute on the T (public transportation for you non-Bostonians), I read a lot of fiction, and I enjoyed it. Now I rarely have the time. There are so many other things competing for my attention. But I’d like to change that.

I saw the book Life of Pi at my in-laws house, and it intrigued me. I had heard of it when it first came out. It seemed like an engaging and thought-provoking story, so I decided to read it as a test case in reading fiction in the midst of a complex life.

Life of Pi

The word “Pi” not withstanding, it is not about math, but about a man and a tiger. I’ve already hit paragraphs that make me glad I took it up:

... atheists are my brothers and sisters of a different faith. Like me, they go as far as their legs of reason will carry them — and then they leap.

I’ll be honest about it. It’s not atheists who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while. ... But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.


I also enjoyed the book -- I listened to the book on CD during a long road trip, and quite enjoyed it -- it was very well read.
My wife and I really enjoyed this book. She read it to me. We found the first chapter (the bit about studying sloths) to be a bit slow but the rest was great. I loved the part where Pi dove in and wallowed around in all the different religions. Laugh out loud funny.
It's been sitting on my shelf for a couple of months but I haven't read it yet. Given your review I think I'll bump it to the front of the reading queue.
Of course, that was long ago, but at the time it seemed like the present.

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