It doesn’t happen often, but every once in a
great while a book comes along that seems to have been written just for
you. It may be a book about some obscure
hobby of yours that you figured no one else in the world cared about, or about
some equally obscure figure from the past you imagined no one remembered (much
less actually cared about) but you. And
in the unlikeliest of all cases, it might be a book - imagine it now, a whole
book - about some weird habit of yours that you seldom speak of in public. It is exactly that last possibility that
happened to me with Pamela Paul’s My Life
with Bob: Flawed Heroine Keeps Book of Books, Plot Ensues. Who knew there was another person in the
world maintaining a decades-old list of every book they ever read?
Paul, editor of the New York
Times Book Review, began keeping her Book of Books (the “Bob” referenced in
this memoir’s title) in 1988 when she was just a high school junior. (As a point of reference, I began my own
“Bob” in 1970, a few months before I turned twenty-one.) Paul describes Bob as “factory-made, gray and
plain, with a charcoal binding and white unlined paper, an inelegant relic from
the days before bookstores stocked Moleskine notebooks,” exactly the kind of
non-descript little book, I suspect, guaranteed to remain forever safe from the
prying eyes of outsiders.
In twenty-two chapters, each chapter carrying the title of one of
the books listed in Bob, Paul exhibits just how precisely she is able to
reconstruct segments of her past by studying Bob’s pages. Each of the books chosen for chapters of their
own remind the author of where she was both “psychologically and
geographically” when she first read them.
By studying the list to see which books she read before and after the highlighted
title, Paul can easily see whether the earlier books put her in the mood for
more of the same or pushed her toward reading something very different. Too, if her reading choices moved in a new
direction, she can quickly determine how long that new interest or trend
lasted. And she confirmed something
concerning one’s memory about which most avid readers will readily agree:
Keeping a list of fiction read does very little to solidify the recall of
characters or plot details – what it does do is provide a better understanding
of changes in one’s own “character.”
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| Pamela Paul |
My Life with Bob is an
intimate look into the life of a woman who has made books and reading the
central core of her life. She has had
many roles during her life: student, daughter,
wife, mother, etc., but I suspect that she takes equal joy in knowing that reader is an essential term others would
use to describe who she is – and always has been.
Readers are a curious lot, and one of the things we are most curious
about is what others are reading. We
cannot resist browsing the bookshelves of those whose homes we visit, often altering
our opinions (either upwardly or downwardly) about those being visited according
to what we see on their shelves. We find
ourselves straining to read the titles of books on shelves sitting behind
pictures of celebrities and politicians because we know that people are more
likely to reveal their true nature and level of curiosity by what they choose
to display on their private bookshelves than by what comes out of their
mouths. We can’t help ourselves; that’s
the way we are.
If you are one of those
people, you are going to love My Life
with Bob because Pamela Paul is a kindred spirit who gets it.





