Finding myself in a bit of a rut when it comes to reading, just at the moment. All I’ve read recently is high altitude literature (thanks to Touching the Void) or thrillers. Never did manage some of the loftier books in this image – Faulkner too slow – Lanchester too wordy – Kafka too complicated and too slow. Double whammy.

As regards the high altitude stuff, I find it fascinating that perfectly sane individuals will risk life and limb for the ultimate in highs – Messner, Mallory and Irvine, Jon Krakauer. I just can’t get enough of this stuff, anything written below 19,000 feet is for wimps.

I think maybe reading a discipline that I have to re-learn, although why reading should be anything other than pleasurable and slightly challenging (in these days when my disposable time is at a premium) is moot. I like books, but I also like an immediate hit.