I did something the other day that I haven’t managed to do in years: I cleared out my Unread Books shelf in my bedroom. It has been damn near a decade since I had less than at least a couple of books on that shelf waiting to be gotten to, and there have been plenty of times where the shelf was literally the entire shelf.
What can I say; I buy books. Lots of them.
Anyway, I had a problem: the last book on that shelf was Hannah Arendt’s The Origins of Totalitarianism, which is a book that I both 1) ought to read and 2) genuinely want to read. However, I’ve discovered over the last few days that I absolutely do not have the necessary headspace available to handle reading Hannah Arendt. This is depressing but true; I can’t do heavy nonfiction right now, and heavy nonfiction about antisemitism and totalitarianism is just not a thing I’m capable of. So that’s gonna end up DNFed until I’m in a place where I can reflect and think more clearly. I’ll get to it eventually.
Last night as I was having those thoughts about reading it occurred to me that somehow, despite being a fan of science fiction and fantasy for forty years, I’ve never read anything by Terry Pratchett. I quickly downloaded The Color of Magic to my Kindle and read the first hundred or so pages last night. And, well, now I think my project for 2017 is going to be to read every single Discworld book. This somewhat conflicts with my previously-set goal to keep books by straight white men to no more than 30% or so of my reading. I may amend that to no more than thirty percent of the authors being straight white men. This sort of feels like a cheat but it’s my goals and my rules and I figure I can probably change them on the fly if I damn well feel like it.
What do you think? Is 2017 the Year of Terry Pratchett? Should I go for it?