I'm reading "Proust Was a Neuroscientist" by Jonah Lehrer,
I am liking this book a lot. It doesn't hurt that it is a quick read (I had been reading "Angle of Repose" since about... oh, November and finally finished. Whew!). Especially appealing to me as somebody who is constantly jumping between my interest and natural skills in science and my passion for the arts (maybe as a result of my two separate brain halves which apparently each have their own consciousness) ; this book conjoins the two; actually asking the coming generation to make attempts to fuse these two facets of life even more. The point the book proves is that artists of all kinds (cooks, writers, musicians, etc) foresee scientific discoveries waaay before scientists prove them to be true. So basically I feel pretty justified in "following my bliss" and moving in the music/art direction rather than the chemistry/medical direction. But who knows? Maybe someday I can contribute to both. In a perfect world.
I am liking this book a lot. It doesn't hurt that it is a quick read (I had been reading "Angle of Repose" since about... oh, November and finally finished. Whew!). Especially appealing to me as somebody who is constantly jumping between my interest and natural skills in science and my passion for the arts (maybe as a result of my two separate brain halves which apparently each have their own consciousness) ; this book conjoins the two; actually asking the coming generation to make attempts to fuse these two facets of life even more. The point the book proves is that artists of all kinds (cooks, writers, musicians, etc) foresee scientific discoveries waaay before scientists prove them to be true. So basically I feel pretty justified in "following my bliss" and moving in the music/art direction rather than the chemistry/medical direction. But who knows? Maybe someday I can contribute to both. In a perfect world.
What I just finished reading:
"Angle of Repose" by Wallace Stegner
Yet another book that seemed to parallel my very own life. My Dad recommended this Pulitzer-prize winning novel years ago and after many people told me how slow it was it took me a while to finally get around to it. Well I figured that I'd have plenty of time for reading here in Idaho. I was right. I took some profound interest in the main character of the novel, the narrator's grandmother, who was an artist in New York and eventually moves to the West Coast for her husband, even living in Boise, Idaho for a large chunk of time. Hmm.....sound familiar? For anyone who knows me, this is definitely akin to my life as of the past year or so. Big difference is that Susan Ward felt like she was in exile here (well I won't argue that the same isn't true for me sometimes) but I also feel a personal/artistic awakening happening that will keep my memories very positive. Lots of stuff about marriage, sacrifices, love, life, family, blah blah. Great book. If you've got the time, read it.
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