HALF an hour before the New Year, I was high and dry, which was contrary to tradition and my temperament.
The past ten or more New Year’s Eves saw me low and mellow, usually nursing a chilly amber beverage enjoyed in the company of kindred spirits.
But this year was different.
TWO thousand eleven is the same as 2010 and the year before that.
That’s as far as the number of books I’ve read is concerned.
For the past three years, I’ve read 28 books annually, failing to meet my goal of finishing 30 books a year. My record year still is 2008, when I read 30++ books, including comics, short novels, and a New Yorker issue cover to cover.
BLAME it on Seinfeld.
In an episode entitled “The Strike,” Frank Costanza, a minor but very funny character in the show, unintentionally popularized Festivus, described as a festival for the rest of us. [See: Festivus, Frank Costanza, The Strike]
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