Book Bankruptcy

I've heard of podcast bankruptcy. It's when you get too far behind to catch up and you have to give up and delete everything but the newest episodes.

I've also heard of something similar with The New Yorker and I have had it happen to me in the past. It's why I stopped subscribing to The New Yorker. I can't commit to an issue almost every week. It leaves me with little time to read anything else and I was perpetually playing catch up with a stack of New Yorkers taunting me next to my recliner.

Book bankruptcy is a little tougher for me. I hate to give up on a book. I try and try and try to keep going but, especially as I get older, I realize the silliness of this. Time is too precious to waste and there are so many books out there that I actually want to read.

Over the last couple of years, I have had to declare book bankruptcy a handful of times and the latest time was just last night.


I know, I know. James Joyce is a master, a literary legend! Not being able to finish one of his books is like declaring out loud that I don't like real literature, whatever that is.

I just couldn't do it. I got about a third of the way done and had to bail. I had been dreading picking it up for the last few days and it had even been on my to-read list!

There were stories I liked. There were parts of the stories that surprised me. It was high-quality stuff! That would be my quote on the jacket. "It was high-quality stuff! - @upinthisbrain"

I'm just not in the mood for high-quality stuff or maybe I'm not in the mood for this flavor of high-quality stuff. It's good to be at a point in life where I can admit this and stop myself from the self-torture of reading a book that is just not connecting with me.