I wanted to write this post after reading Jonathan Lethem’s piece The Loneliest Book I’ve Read. It’s about a book he read (duh), and he had never met anyone else who had read it.
This was a wonderful thing. I like wonderful things.
I tapped my resources and wasted all my mental energy on the one monthly think I allow myself, just to see if I could come up with a book I had read–a book that I had never been able to discuss with anyone, because I had never met anyone else who had read it.
I came up blank. The Good Soldier Sjevk and Nabokov’s Pnin were the two closest, each clocking in at one other reader. And I’d be surprised if some of you haven’t read one or both of those.
How about you? Do you have a loneliest book?