I have been struggling with this affliction for awhile now, and I sometimes feel alienated by it. Many of my friends are happily reading popular books and novels, and I can not join in. Now, I don't look down on these friends, no, instead I am a bit jealous. There is no illusion that the books are great pieces of literature,they are pure fun and they now it. I can't bring myself to pick them up, but I am trying.
Recently, I have been dipping my toes in to pages that are not Fitzgerald related, trying hard to be able to join in on the light conversations that somehow always gets back to the latest books everyone is reading. So I decided that "Water For Elephants" was one I could read. I enjoyed it. I liked the backdrop and the details of the traveling circus of the 30's. But in the end I was a bit let down. The love story was too easy, the hero and heroine were too perfect, and all the grit was on the peripheral characters. If characters are too perfect they are not real.
I like my stories messy and flawed. Is this an effect of reading so much Fitzgerald. I mean he did mention he always found a way to add "a touch of disaster" to his stories. Am I addicted to the disaster?
And I wonder what this says about me. I am not fulfilled by the fantasy of perfect love and finding the perfect person. I mean even if I indulge the fantasy of "What if I had chosen differently" I still think you can only go so far before things get messy. We are all human after all, and we all come with baggage and issues.
In the end I am a still a book-snob. I don't really want to be, but I am. Are you a book snob and how do you deal with it?