Blogging by numbers

It’s time to dig deep, and peel back the layers on Reading in Bed. Yep, we’re looking at blog statistics*!

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When you check your blog stats and realize no one is reading your carefully crafted, 2,000 word review of an obscure backlist book

I recently hit a significant milestone over on YouTube. 500 subscribers. Halfway to an almost-medium-sized-Booktube-account, still absolutely nothing in the larger YouTube ecosystem.

YouTube is all about the “like and subscribe”, but bloggers don’t really talk about follower counts or number of likes. I can easily find out who the big Booktube accounts are (or try the new Booktuber Catalog on Discord, learn more here), but it’s difficult to get a read on book blogs (there’s this list, but it doesn’t differentiate between corporate entities – like, yeah, Book Riot is riddled with typos, but it’s not *actually* a blog).

So in the interest of opening up a dialogue, and because I’m nosy as hell and hope that some of you out there decide to share a bit, here’s a peek at where I’m at with ye olde bloge: Continue reading


The Full Monte Read-Along

I would have posted this much sooner, but I was struggling to find a good name for my momentous fifth summer read-along, in which we will tackle Alexandre Dumas’ The Count of Monte Cristo.

Count Along? Count Me In? No. Sometimes you must wait for the muse to show up.

The title is relevant too, because there are abridged versions out there. Do not be fooled. We are going FULL MONTE, people.

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Large and in charge

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Start Where You Are: How to get into new authors, feat. the Man Booker International Prize shortlist

I picked up Book Riot’s “Start Here: Read Your Way Into 25 Amazing Authors” as a free Kobo download a while back, and gave it a skim: each entry offers a short introduction to an author, and a suggested reading list to ease your way into their work. I thought this would be light and entertaining, but I found it all a bit depressing. Much like my experience with The Novel Cure, what’s meant to be a bit of fun comes across as too preachy and prescriptive for my liking. As I keep impressing on my kids: once you know how to read on your own, you can read anything you want and no one can stop you.

(Plus, how badly do you think Book Riot wishes it could take back the very first entry in Start Here volume one, on Sherman Alexie? These things don’t always age well.)

Anyway, I was reminded of this particular brand of reading guidance while reading the Man Booker International Prize shortlist. In particular, The World Goes On by László Krasznahorkai and Flights by Olga Tokarczuk are spoken of a bit dismissively – not their best work, not the best place to start.

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I already gave a rebuttal to the Krasznahorkai thing on YouTube. Briefly: yes, these stories are very weird. But the collection works because someone (who picks the order in short story collections? The author? The publisher? One of those questions where Google is not helpful) placed them in an order that knocks the reader off balance, then gradually reintroduces the usual trappings of plot, character, and setting, not to mention punctuation. The effect is comforting, in a weird way.

The World Goes On was a perfect place for me to start with Krasznahorkai , because I was travelling for work and had irregular blocks of completely uninterrupted time in which to not just read but process all the weirdness, and because Krasznahorkai’s walls of text really benefit from being read aloud, which, being alone in a hotel room, I could do. This is not the type of “start here” scenario that Book Riot, or anyone, could predict.

Quiet hotel rooms aside, the ability to jump in anywhere, to start where you are, without a reading guide or safety net, might actually be a hallmark of a “good” reader or a “well read” person. If you’ve read, say, just enough about Hungary (hardly anything) and just enough literature in translation (quite a bit, this year) and just enough “autofiction” (also quite a bit, seems to be a thing these days) to not get freaked out by the Hungarian-ness, the weirdness, the lack of normal plot in The World Goes On – then you’ll be just fine.


The situation with Flights was a bit different. One of my favourite Booktubers,  WhatKamilReads, said Flights was not Tokarczuk’s best work. He’s followed this prize for years, and he’s read Flights in its original language, so this gave me pause. Unfortunately for us Anglophones, we don’t have much choice in where to start with Tokarczuk. Only a handful for her twelve novels are translated into English. Flights isn’t even technically available in North American yet (order directly from the publisher!) She has a couple more translations coming out in the UK in 2018 and 2019, but for now, Flights is what we’ve got to work with.

And, I think most of us will be just fine starting here, best work or not. Like The World Goes On, it’s an hard-to-classify collection of essays, stories, and travelogue., but it reads like a dream. Not nearly as discombobulating as The World Goes On, I eventually just sort of forgot that there’s no consistent timeline or perspective, and I didn’t question (till now) whether I was reading an essay or a memoir or short story collection. In a shortlist that was full of autofiction, or at least very autobiographical novels, Flights was the most audacious of them, and the least self conscious about what is was trying to be.

I tried to make a go of it with Flights, despite my trepidation, by reading it while flying to Toronto. Where better to read about airport psychology and the strangeness of flying backwards through time zones, than a rare no-kids-no-husband trip? Instead, I got sucked into Krazsnahorkai, for reasons mentioned above, and on the flight back, I inhaled The Perfect Nanny (meh). I didn’t even get a decent Instagram shot of the iconic blue cover on an airplane tray or anything.

Turns out, I didn’t need to be travelling . Flights was the perfect place for me to start with Tokarczuk because Tokarczuk is the perfect antidote to a bunch of hyped, unconventional memoirs I’d read recently and found wanting:

  • The relentless navel gazing and self involvement of Bluets by Maggie Nelson (don’t @ me)
  • The intellectual posturing and lack of self-awareness of The Dead Ladies Project by Jessica Crispin
  • The ethereal nature and ultimate emptiness of The White Book by Han Kang (also shortlisted for the Man Booker International)

In addition to avoiding those pitfalls, reading Flights satisfied a desire I only sort of knew I had: to find a female writer and thinker I can look up to, who’s solidly Gen X (instead of borderline, like me), who’s a bit out there, but who isn’t too precious about writing, or if they are, backs it up by publishing something brilliant. Someone who writes something like Flights, in other words.

I mean, she says in one line what I think Crispin was trying to say in a whole book:

Each of my pilgrimages aims at some other pilgrim.

And she says more about relationships in an odd, three-part short story of a woman who wanders away from her husband while on vacation, vanishing on an island where people simply do not vanish, than I found in all of Nelson’s breakup musings.

Flights was the right place for me to start because of who I am – my age, what I’ve read, what I’ve rejected, and what I’m seeking. No prepackaged guide would lead me here.

(Though I will suggest that, even if the stars don’t align so well for you, try to stick around for the short story Kairos, the “old man marries younger woman” cliche brought to its inevitable conclusion. It’s also the inevitable conclusion of Flights, bringing together as it does science, marriage, and travel, the threads flowing through this book.)

So, start where you are. Read a book because it’s on an awards shortlist, whether or not it’s the author’s best work. Or because you found it for a buck at a garage sale. Or whatever. It doesn’t matter if you’re an expert on the author or the genre. Keep reading, and the more you read, the more you’ll be able to make something of any book, anytime – or know when to put it down and try again later. Book Riot’s guides and books like The Novel Cure should be viewed as entertainment, not as instruction.

And yes, I’m aware of the deep irony of this post, given that I started this blog reading exclusively from the 1,001 Book You Must Read Before You Die…




Frankenstein in Baghdad by Ahmed Saadawi: Man Booker International Prize Review



I picked up Frankenstein in Baghdad because it was the most accessible book on the longlist (in stock at Chapters!), not because I was excited to read about war. My last war book, Canada Reads contender American War, didn’t go so well, and right off the bat, I noticed similarities. Frankenstein opens with a leaked government document, a top secret report on the activities of the “Tracking and Pursuit Department” in Iraq. American War actually makes great use of leaked documents, transcripts, and newspaper clippings to frame its time-hopping narrative. The author is a former journalist, and probably got a feel for what government documents look like, so they feel really authentic. I didn’t buy it in Frankenstein, though. The language was too plain. Even the “Top Secret” stamp looked amateur.

Luckily, that’s the only such document in the book. The rest is a straight-up narrative set in contemporary Iraq. Frankenstein distinguishes itself from American War in one more important way: it leave room for the reader to think. Continue reading

The Stolen Bicycle by Wu Ming-Yi – #MBI2018 Review

If you have pivoted to video, check out my rambling on this book here.

The Stolen Bicycle

Those who have followed me for a long time know that I’m an ebook (and audio book) advocate. While I acknowledge that the brain processes words differently depending on the source, I maintain that it’s the words, not the format, that matter most when it comes to reading. (And yes, I’m familiar with “the medium is the message”.)

Arguments against reading on screens, and hand-wringing about whether ebooks or audio books “count” as reading, tend to come from a fairly out-of-touch, even ableist place. Also, I don’t like the smell of old books. There, I said it.

HOWEVER. Once in a while there comes a book that’s so attractive in print, that even I question my choices. I bought the ebook edition of The Stolen Bicycle because the print isn’t out in Canada till April 20 (see my previous post for more #MBI2018 options in Canada). Then, I saw what the print edition looks like: Continue reading

The Seventh Function of Language by Laurent Binet – #MBI2018 Review


The Seventh Function of Language is often described as “The Da Vinci Code Meets _________” (fill in the blank with something higher brow than The Da Vinci Code). I have one too: The Seventh Function of Language is what would happen if David Foster Wallace wrote The Da Vinci Code. Google tells me that David Foster Wallace and Dan Brown attended the same creative writing class at Amherst college, so this collaboration isn’t even as far fetched as it sounds!

The Seventh Function of Language is a buddy cop-murder mystery-political thriller, but it’s also a satirical-but-loving look at French critical theory and post-structuralism in the 1980s. If put on the spot, I would not be able to give a satisfactory definition of either of those things, but one concept that’s relatively easy to grasp is Roland Barthes’ “death of the author”, introduced in his 1967 essay of the same name, that argues that the author’s intentions don’t matter as much as the reader’s. The book opens with the literal death of Barthes – he was run over by a laundry truck in 1980, just after he met with François Mitterrand, who went on to be President of France. In the real world, Barthes’ death was ruled an accident, but Binet asks us to imagine that it wasn’t, that instead it was an assassination, and that every prominent thinker, linguist, writer, and political figure of the time might be involved in a race to learn the secret “seventh function of language”, which would allow the practitioner to persuade anyone to do anything.

Car chases, bombings, poison umbrella stabbings, orgies, and dismemberment ensue. Continue reading

Canada Reads: Who should win, who could win

It’s that time of year again! No, not spring. This is Canada. It’s beautiful in Edmonton today, but the forecast for later this week includes a low of -18 (that’s about zero degrees for you Americans) and snow. No, friends, it is time for Canada Reads.

The drama! The bickering! The relatively-high production values! The distinctly early-aughts reality show vibe!

If you need a primer about what Canada Reads is all about, please visit my YouTube channel where I break it down (short version: Canada Reads = Survivor + Who Wants to be a Millionaire + books)

Here are my picks for who should and could win, based on my previous experience with this show, and this year’s theme: one book to open your eyes. Continue reading

The Man Booker International Prize 2018: Readers to watch


The Man Booker International Prize is a slightly more obscure prize than, say, The Women’s Prize, The Giller Prize, or the plain ol’ Man Booker Prize. That’s partly why I am keen to follow it – it’s not as overwhelming. There are plenty of other #mbi2018 readers, though. Here are a few I’m following. If I missed you, let me know!

The Man Booker International Prize Shadow Jury

These are the cool kids of #mbi2018. They are already posting longlist reviews! Actually, I’ve followed several of them for years, and they are super nice. Here is the full list of shadow jurors. In particular, I recommend Dolce Bellezza for thoughtful reviews and reading challenges galore; and Tony’s Reading List for his sense of humour and commitment to translated fiction (and the best book blog tagline in the game: “Too lazy to be a writer – Too egotistical to be quiet”). Continue reading

How to follow a UK Prize from Canada or my foray into the Man Booker International Prize


I made a snap decision today: I’ve decided to follow the Man Booker International Prize. I came to my decision, oh, about a half hour before the longlist was announced this morning. In my excitement, I filmed two videos before work: one about why I’m following the prize, and one reacting to the longlist. Scroll down to watch, if you wish.

Since my early morning burst of activity, though, I’ve learned some harsh lessons about following a UK prize from overseas: you can’t get the books.

Well, you *can*. And I knew it would be a pain – this isn’t my first rodeo (or my first Booker). But the combination of UK publication dates, translations, and this particular longlist’s preponderance of small press books makes the 2018 MBIP a real challenge. So, I did some research. Continue reading

Jonathan Franzen’s Away Message


This time of year, I’d usually be kicking off another round of Franzen in February, but due to my unplanned, two-month blogging hiatus, I don’t have my shit together.

So, sadly, this year I will not be bringing you any new Franzen conspiracy theories, nor will I be peer pressuring anyone into reading their First Franzen (which has generally not gone well).

But I just remembered, the most amazing Franzen-related incident of my life occurred during my hiatus, and while I regaled everyone on social media, YouTube, and even IRL, I haven’t shared it with you, dear readers.

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