Revisiting Neal Stephenson's Baroque Cycle, Part I: The lens of Mark Twain and books that beg for cancellation
I have been thinking about doing this for a while (and hinting at it), and finally, let's do it. I don't re-read very frequently. There are too many un-read books in the world, so a book has to have something special for me to devote my unclaimed time to it for another go-around. Neal Stephenson is among the great writers, and great thinkers of our time, but if we're being fully honest, dude's even more long-winded than I am, and I don't know when to shut the fuck up. At least when it comes to the written word. The difference, of course, is that he is a great writer, and I suck. But the thing is, reading even one of his books is a serious time commitment. Re-reading takes less time than the first go-around, but with Stephenson, it's still a fuckload of time over which Huygens and Hooke could argue about measurement. And the Baroque Cycle consists of three Stephenson-length tomes. And some of his books are more intellectua...