Often, I don’t. Yesterday a friend asked me what novels I’d been reading lately. I mentioned a couple of titles – and then I blanked. What fiction have I read lately?
Old friends: Madame Bovary (story inspiration), Washington Square (warm friend) and The Ambassadors (cool and distant friend), Captains and the King (shades of Kennedy and the conspiracy theory).
New friends: Tortilla Curtain (brilliant) and Talk Talk, both by T. C. Boyle. The View from Castle Rock (Alice Munro), The Penguin Book of Modern British Short Stories (with a fascinating story called “The Enigma” by John Fowles), Adaptations: From Short Story to Big Screen.
I suppose that everything I read stays with me on some level. But it would be nice to dip into my hat and pull out titles and authors without so much conscious effort.