O I read this fairly interesting essay in the New York Times today about the role of books in (romantic) relationships, which considered books as a kind of litmus test. It was interesting, and worth a read, but I think, in it’s eagerness to consider romantic relationships, it completely ignored the far more interesting role of books in friendships.
Romantic relationships are a little less ambiguous than friendships (I speak generally, of course), while friendships, well, there are a seemingly limitless number of degrees of friendships.
So my questions, my thought, is this: just as some claim they couldn’t have a romantic relationship with someone who doesn’t read, could you have a very close friend who doesn’t? Is there an inner circle of friendship into which no reader can admit a non-reader?
I have some thoughts on this, but it’s Friday, I’m tired, and I want to chill out and watch TV. But think about it…