Here’s this week’s Booking Through Thursday:
What’s the most serious book you’ve read recently?
(I figure it’s easier than asking your most serious boook ever, because, well, it’s recent!)
I suppose Jim Harrison’s The English Major is serious (see my review) if by “serious” you mean literary.
And what does it mean to be literary or serious? I once had someone pooh my choice for reading of Rita Mae Brown‘s hilarious novel Venus Envy because the novel wasn’t “serious” — it wasn’t serious, this champion of high-minded literature said, because it was screamingly funny.
Is comedy not serious? Does serious mean gloomy, morose, existential? More than 300 pages and filled with Latinate piles of copralites? (And yes, I’m the one who pooh-ed on celebrity bios, but really, I know why I dislike them — many seem to be giant publicity pieces.)