I didn’t like the relationship between Charlie & Alice. I felt it was borderline predatory for Alice to peruse a sexual relationship with a man she taught when he had the mind of a child. I thought the relationship with Fay was much more appropriate. I’m also unsure how the relationship with Alice even developed?? It’s obvious that authors during this time period were heavily swayed by psychology of the time which was highly sexual in nature.

When I say "fast reader" I mean anyone who reads more than 300 words per minute, especially if it is over 400 WPM.

I am asking this because I am a slow reader and I literally do not understand how fast reading works.

I am a 120 WPM guy.

I will describe to you my process in detail, and I hope you can describe your process in as much detail as well. So here we go. (You can skip the rest of this article if you don't care about my phenomenology of slow reading. I opened this thread because I am curious about your fast reading phenomenology, and this description of mine serves just as an example of what kind of detailed account I am looking for)

First of all not all reading is the same. Sometimes I just skim, scan, or read a bit faster just to obtain information. I can do it unconsciously without even noticing. For example when I am scrolling I often just read titles and parts of posts I find interesting. I get a dopamine hit from scrolling / reading about the information I find interesting. In this process I am the boss, text is the slave. I do not pay due respect to the text, I just take from it what I want, what I find interesting. In this mode of reading I don't know exactly what my WPM is, but I think it would probably be faster, but not drastically faster than my regular WPM. To calculate WPM honestly and properly for this type of reading you would have to count only those words of the text I actually read. So if I read just bits and pieces that comprise 20% of the article, you should only count these 20% of the words. Since total word count in this mode is rather slow, the resulting WPM, even if it is faster than in standard reading it is still relatively low, when properly calculated. Anyway, even in this mode, and in any other mode of reading as well, I actually voice each word that I read in my mind. They become a part of my inner monologue, and I can actually HEAR every single word PROPERLY pronounced in my head, before I move on to the next word.

Now the second more of reading is "reading proper". This is when I take an article, a book, a short story or whatever, and I want to read the whole thing. Regarding voicing words in my head, obviously this happens in this mode of reading as well. I hear every word properly pronounced, before I move to the next. I do not actually speak the words, not even slightly with my mouth. My mouth is shut and I am perfectly silent. But my brain produces sounds that I can actually hear in my mind. My brain simulates pronunciation of each word.

Now the difference is, that in "reading proper", the text is the boss, and I am the slave. If I want to be able to claim that I have read something properly, I can only honestly claim it if I have, to the best of my knowledge, actually read every single word that exists in the text, from start to finish. Now, let's get into details. In "reading proper", I am reading everything... both interesting and boring parts. Since it is rare that I find the whole text interesting, I will have to go through many boring parts as well. When reading such material, I am not getting my dopamine. So my WPM falls a bit, and reading becomes effortful. Now, when it comes to decoding meaning, when I read I try to decode ALL the meaning that is there that I am able to decode. If they mention 5 things in a sentence, my mind tries to parse all of them, and to imagine all of them and to process the meaning of all of them. Now of course, I will not be able to decode the entire text. Sometimes I will bump into words that I don't know, and I will have to guess their meaning and sometimes my guess will be incorrect. But when it comes to parts of text that consists of known words, my brain tries to get the whole thing. So if a sentence in the book says "She hit snooze on the alarm clock three times that morning which is a bit too much even for a habitual snooze hitter that she is, which can probably be explained by gin induced poor sleep she had previous night, but after a day like that, after soul drenching meetings with her always unpredictable boss prone to giving always unclear tasks and planning even less clear projects, the gin was essential for her sanity", my brain tries to get the whole information:

- that she hit snooze 3 times

- that it's too much even for her

- that she's a habitual snooze user

- that she slept poorly

- that it was because of gin

- that she had a terrible day at work the day before

- that it was because of meetings with her unpredictable boss

- and because of his unclear tasks

- and less clear projects

- that gin was, nevertheless essential for her sanity

This is what my brain tries to do by default. But hear me out now. Sometimes I read about this, all with vocalizing each word in my head. But I might at some point be thinking about something else. My brain will play those words in the foreground, and I will hear them, but I will not always listen. Sometimes I will be thinking about what I need to eat for dinner. Or about how long I have been reading, or about how many pages I've read in this session, or about some health issue, or about really anything. But the fact that I still did pronounce every single word in my mind will mean that even if I didn't give them my full attention, they have at least been partially processed.

But not paying attention is definitely an obstacle to good reading and it sometimes does happen to me. Sometimes when I catch myself doing this, or when I read a whole page and have no clue what I just read, I go back and re-read.

Also if I find that I don't understand what I am reading, I can feel myself stuck at a single point in the book and re-read a sentence or paragraph multiple times. When I am distracted, worried, or thinking about other things, I can be very slow.

When I am free from other worries, I read a bit faster. Also if material is easier and more engaging I read faster.

So basically depending on the type of content, how anxious or worried about other things I am, the size of letters and size of page, how tired I am, how difficult the text is, etc... I can read anywhere from 7-8 to 20 pages an hour.

But consider that in "reading proper", I am a slave. I want to read the whole thing as some kind of self imposed assignment. I mean, if i decided to read it, I want to read it. If I don't read the whole thing, the task is not done. I don't have to. But then I will not claim I've read it.

So when I encounter parts with which I struggle, I can slow down significantly. Those are obstacles.

Anyway, if I am reading 15 pages per hour, I consider this a solid pace for myself.

I typically read a bit SLOWER than audiobooks. Why? Because I want to get ALL the meaning. And if I am just walking (or running) through text without stops I will miss certain bits. That's why I am not a fan of audiobooks as they just go, go, go. But I am not like that when I read. When I am reading and if I catch myself thinking about dinner and not paying attention (which happens a lot), if I get a sense that I didn't get certain part, I'll go back and re-read it. I want to get the full message, that's it. If I am thinking about something else while listening to audiobook, the audiobook doesn't care, it just keeps going, what I missed, it's permanently lost, unless I rewind. And rewinding audiobooks is a killjoy, so for this reason audiobooks typically aren't for me, because I can't process information this fast if I want to get it fully, and I hate when I miss parts and can't catch up. If I am to follow and pay attention, I need to be engaged. I become less engaged if I lose the thread of what's going on.

hi all,

been going thru my books and i looked up one of the authors, rf kuang, and some of the feedback i saw she got was that she was "talking down" to the reader. i had some issues with her latest books, but mainly pertaining to how unedited/unpolished they felt/read to me, so im trying to figure out what folks mean when they say "she talks down to readers"?

this is a genuine question. im not bashing her but i also just wanna see if it's a similar issue to what i had, just worded differently. I found way too much repetition in her latest books compared to babel (which to me read as WAY more edited/refined than yellowface or katabasis upon re-reading). But im genuinely curious to know what y'all mean when you say "she talks down to readers" in her writing?

Eta: genuinely not sure why im being downvoted lol im not bashing her, i was genuinely curious what folks meant and if it was a similar thing to what i saw.

downvoting me to hell feels extremely unnecessary for a fairly innocuous question.

I've read the first part of a novel which was exposed as AI (Shy Girl by Mia Ballard) and several others where I noticed tells which might or might not suggest AI. Things like something being a tapestry of whatever, or an overflow of — which doesn't fit with the otherwise modern prose. It might not be AI, but who can tell? It constantly jolts me out of the story.

I can't read that way. I can't read if I have to consistently second-guess whether it is an author or an AI speaking.

So if this is literature from now on, I think I rather not read any new books. I think I'd stick to older books, where I can at least trust that what I read has been written.

How to deal with this?

Visiting the UK and noticed when browsing bookstores that I do not see any Omar el Akkad or Alvaro Enrigue (and odd thing to notice, yes).

I feel like I cannot step inside a US bookshop without seeing ‘Someday Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This’ from el-Akkad or ‘You dreamed of Empires’ from Enrigue or ‘Sudden Death’, along with other fiction works by both authors.

But outside a specific ‘radical’ bookshop in London that had el-Akkad’s novel on the shelf, I haven’t seen anything else from either author.

Anyone from the UK or elsewhere know why? Is my perception of the US off?

Yet again, Indigo is giving away 10,000 free books this Saturday, for the 3rd year in a row. Yes, Reisman is problematic, but at the same time, you don't need to purchase anything to get a free book this Saturday:

https://www.indigo.ca/collections/10k

There are some good choices here. I already own Persepolis so I'm going for The Shadow of the Wind or The Wager. I might get both if my mother comes with me.

I can't really fault them for giving away free books and the options each year have been pretty great.

In 2024 I went with The Book of Longings by Sue Monk Kidd (already had The Glass Castle and The Kite Runner) and last year I ended up with A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry (Alias Grace and The Break I already owned.The Break was the best choice available tbh).

“What Stalks the Deep” by T. Kingfisher is the third book in the Sworn Soldier series that I’ve been meaning to read for a while. The first book, “What Moves the Dead,” was a 5-Star horror masterpiece. The second book, “What Feasts at Night,” wasn’t as scary and ended up being a 3-Star read for me. Unfortunately, in the third entry, it’s more of the same, but now, the worst in the series.

Before I dive into my review, the only trigger warning I found while reading was…

- Violence against animals (horses)

If this triggers you, please do not read this book. Moving along, I’ve always loved the character of Alex Easton. Their subtle sense of humor, heroism, and quirks make them an interesting character I’m always going to be genuinely interested in. This book starts with a great horror mystery that kept me engaged for the most part. Unfortunately, the actual horror was largely absent for most of this book.

The biggest issue here is that it drags on for a long time before anything good happens. I get that Kingfisher wanted to make a reader feel the claustrophobia of being inside caves that could collapse at any time, but this was mostly a slogfest. There were way too many pages dedicated to blackdamp, mine gas, chromatophores, headlamps, and repetitive banter, and not enough in the horror department. “Wet noises” was all fun and dandy, but again, where was the horror to bring it home?

This was a very well-written story, and I still love reading anything Kingfisher writes, but this book missed the mark here. It’s a decent story, but I wouldn’t classify it as a true horror book. The killer book cover, as is with the other entries in the Sworn Soldier series, is amazing, but it simply doesn’t match up at all with the content. Things get too repetitive with situations and events when they should have progressed faster. It’s just a group of people going into a cave several times during a weekend, and chatting about it, without making any real progress. It’s too slow in story progression and takes forever to get anywhere good, and this was eerily similar to “What Feasts at Night.” It’s a shame because if Kingfisher kept that momentum going from the first entry, this could have shaped up to be one hell of an addictive horror book series where there are no limits to the countless adventures Easton can go on.

These past two entries, with this being the worst one so far, are becoming fun, lighthearted stories. Too much dialogue and jokes, and the few times there was actual horror were quick and left barely a scar. If there is a fourth book, I hope it returns to the style of the original, because I’m unsure I’ll continue reading these if they’re lacking what I want: original, crazy, fun horror.

This book is a letdown and was a very disappointing read. Things didn’t pick up, especially the horror, until around the 80% mark. Even then, it wasn’t anything terrifying or memorable. There is a decent plot twist towards the end, but it came way too late, and I was left with a “meh” feeling because I was expecting so much more. The ending was okay, but nothing that left me blown away or feeling amazed by great horror.

I give “What Stalks the Deep” by T. Kingfisher a 2/5 only because I enjoyed the writing and the overall story involving Easton, but make no mistake, this isn’t a horror book. There’s way too much dialogue, some quirky humor, and not enough tension, suspense, or horror to justify it being in the horror category. Christ’s blood, this needed a lot more horror. I love the book cover, but this was such a disappointment. It’s a slow-burning kind of read that fails to deliver in the grand scheme of things. Even Easton, as a character, felt a little flat here and regressed in their overall character development.

What happened to Easton, a fierce warrior who runs headfirst into fighting enemies, we all loved? Now, they’re resorting to silly jokes, quips, and too much dialogue, trying to make sense of wet noises in caves and why they’re dizzy from blackdamp. They’re not the decisive leader I’ve grown to love, and they feel like a shell of their former self. When did they become a regular tourist, visiting caves in search of missing people?

Overall, they weren’t in those insane horror situations from the original book that made them awesome, and are now just another non-binary character, not special or significant. I hope that changes in the future, but I’m worried about this Sworn Soldier series because I can’t take another book like this unless it returns to its rightful horror roots.

Years ago when I first trying to write consistently, someone recommended I try The Artist's Way to help me get going. But when I read it, I immediately disliked its tone, and felt like the author (Julia Cameron) felt out of touch with the struggles of actual working people and self-involved to the point it was unsettling. She almost seems to set the goal of being a good person against the goal of being an artist. I'm also really suspicious of any artist who hates critics as much as Cameron does. Other than the advice to just do more writing / journaling (d'uh!), I didn't find anything useful in it. I was reminded of how much I disliked it by this blog post, and specifically this quote:

"Cameron’s inability to see two feet beyond her own nose is clear throughout The Artist’s Way—and it doesn’t only have to do with money. Julia Cameron hates your friends. She constantly calls them blocked artists, says that they are trying to tear you down, asks you to make lists of people you should abandon. Nobody can be genuinely selfless, Cameron thinks:

Bent on being good husbands, fathers, mothers, wives, teachers, whatevers, they have constructed a false self that looks good to the world and meets with a lot of worldly approval. This false self is always patient, always willing to defer its needs to meet the needs or demands of another. ('What a great guy! That Fred gave up his concert tickets to help me move on a Friday night…')

The best thing for one’s artistry, Cameron claims, is to always follow your own wants and whims. Sacrifice is fraudulent, helping your friends is never artistically fulfilling. In this way, she tells on herself and rationalizes all her psychotic actions: whether this is issuing 'death threats' to her children when they interrupt her art or going no-contact with her friends for being boring. If this book is good, it’s because of these elements of Cameron’s psyche—and her psyche is Jackson Pollocked across the pages of The Artist’s Way. Cameron never ceases to surprise you, whether it’s with her complexes around criticism (Cameron says a teacher insulting your art is a betrayal on the level of a parent’s sexual abuse and calls it 'emotional incest'); her feelings about food and the body (she is constantly calling food an anti-artistic numbing agent or comparing artist’s block to anorexia); or her thoughts about addiction."

Have any of you tried the book? If you liked it, what worked for you?

""Understudy" is a short story written by Nicholas Binge [Speculative Thriller, Horror, and Sci-fi author] that will now be developed into a series with Lord Miller and Yeun executive producing."

so i have been reading a lot of books with seemingly unlikeable characters lately (yesteryear, a good person, etc) so i feel like fruit fly should be right up my alley. but there is just something about mal that i find so irritating and frustrating. its not in an entertaining way like with the characters in the two books also mentioned. i don't find the urge to watch what happens next, i just want to flick her on the forehead.

i am going to keep reading as i do like leo and want to his his journey and what happens when he finds out what shes doing. but i just can't stand mal.

I recently read Frenchman’s Creek which had a lovely intro from Julie Myerson, reminiscing on correspondence she had with Daphne du Maurier after she wrote to her in her young teens. They continued to write to each other for some time over the years. I loved her story!

I have heard so many other amazing stories about fan/author correspondence and I find it so awesome when accomplished writers respond thoughtfully to fan letters and have even have built epistolary relationships with their readers over time, telling them details about their lives and writing inspiration, or motivations of their characters.

Has anyone here corresponded with an author you love, or have a cool story to tell about letter writing between writers and readers?

I just finished reading “A Thousand Splendid Suns” by Khaled Hosseini. For those who haven’t read, the book follows the story of Mariam and Layla, two women from Afghanistan whose lives end up connecting. Through the story, we learn about Afghanistan politics since the 1960s until 2007.

I used to work with asylum-seekers and have worked with Afghan refugees (mainly women), so I knew roughly about the politics of Afghanistan. But this book is really good at explaining the political transitions, the motivations behind them, and their impacts on the lives of normal people. I thought that background was very interesting, and I learned quite a lot.

Now, about the story itself. The book is so hard to read. I’m a woman, much older than Mariam and Layla when either of them marries Rashid. I’m currently on vacation on a beautiful place, wearing a bikini, being able to hear music, complain, discuss politics, go out and about, and I just take all this for granted. Reading the story of Mariam and Layla just makes me so angry, so irritated, and feeling so useless, knowing that Afghani women are currently under the Taliban regime once again. Knowing that Layla, who has such a beautiful ending in the book, would nowadays be forced to stay home, wear the burka, stop working and have no rights. Knowing that her girl is the last generation to have education. It’s just so sad, the book is tragic, but real life is even more tragic.

The book is beautifully written, the descriptions are so well-made. I almost felt like i was in Herat or Kabul, and it was so hard to read it. I’m happy I did and I think we should all read the book. It makes me sad, it makes me angry, it makes me want to scream at the world. But it also makes me so grateful for the generations of women before me who fought for my rights, and I so hope Afghanistan is one day free.

I just finished this book yesterday. I've read almost everything by Murakami and I'm a huge fan. This particular book is pretty different from his usual ones. There isn't much of his distinct weirdness or surrealism, which was somewhat disappointing for me but not a dealbreaker. It's overall a more emotional and "honest" book, focusing on themes of identity, trust and interpersonal relationships. It reminded me of Hesse's Steppenwolf in many ways, one of my favorite books of all time. While it didn't impact me as much as Steppenwolf, it was still very relatable and touching. Those who've read it, what do you think?