This blog installment is going to toe the line on media criticism, but I feel like I need to get something off my chest that has been weighing me down for quite some time.
Damn you Oprah Winfrey and your book club!
(Insert big sigh here.)
I am what one would call a ‘bookworm.’ I have always loved to read and I do so voraciously. When I found out I had to buy 14 books for my first semester at NYU the pain in my wallet was balanced by the joy in my heart.
I am ill at ease with Oprah’s Book Club. On one hand I think it’s great that she is getting people to read all these fantastic books. What she chooses to endorse is, in my mind, worth while reading. No Harry Potter here.
But at the same time, when I see such books that I have enjoyed reading to the nth degree become part of Oprah’s Book Club I wince. I’m proud of my “un-Oprah-ed copies of “She’s Come Undone,†“One Hundred Years of Solitude†“White Oleander,†“The Poisonwood Bible,†â€Anna Karenina†and now “A Million Little Pieces.†Once that little Oprah logo is stamped on there it’s tainted, Americanized. There’s even a literary criticism book out there called “Reading Oprah: How Oprah’s Book Club Changed the way America Reads.â€
Perhaps I’m being a snob. I should look at what Oprah is doing as a good thing – she is getting people to read good books after all. Perhaps I take too much pride in choosing good books to read. Oprah’s corned the market on so many other things – can’t she just let me recommend my favorite books to my friends before they start flying off the shelves?
Gawker even noticed some strange types reading James Frey’s “A Million Little Pieces†and thought it was odd.
“We saw the weirdest thing the other night: Waiting for the 6 train at Grand Central, there was this middle-aged woman — we’d describe her as, um, secretarial — with her face shoved in a book. That book? James Frey’s vomit-soaked rehab memoir A Million Little Pieces.
We didn’t quite believe what we saw; this woman was, after all, sporting a nicely teased helmet head and conservative Easy Spirit flats. She didn’t really seem like the type who’d engage in recreational reading about crack-cocaine and “the fury.†So we looked a little more closely, crazy subway-stalkers that we are, and upon further inspection it was all suddenly clear: This woman wasn’t just reading A Million Little Pieces. She was reading the Oprah’s Book Club copy of it.
Seriously, we can’t wait until Oprah recommends some Hunter S. Thompson.â€
Reading the comments on the Gawker site made me feel a little less depressed knowing there are others out there who feel the same way.
I suppose if I can continue to stay one step ahead of Oprah and her book club everything will be fine. I’m sure her next book will be “We Are All The Same†by Jim Wooten. Any bets?
willemmarx @ November 5, 2005 - 3:00pm
Rather pedantic though this might sound, it seems that you are actually NOT toeing the line with this blog. To, "toe the line," means to conform to the standard rules, follow the usual path etc. That is, unless you see this blog as media criticism (i.e. that it conforms to the standard rules), in which case you ARE toeing the line, I'm not sure that your choice of phrase is appropriate. Especially as the following word, "but," seems to imply that you are, in fact, intending to, "go against the grain," in what follows. Or have I misunderstood?
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