I read many books at once. Is that called a generalist? If you come up with is something different and not complimentary, keep it to yourself.
In my reading today I am centered on at least three identifiable subject lines; memoir, essay and compassion. The first two have a noticeable similarity. The third, compassion, is where I seem to go with the first two. I see it as the fork in the road thing. In life I first chose the road that didn’t look like it required compassion. I called it fun. I found it shallow. It took a while, but I turned it around.
Then I discovered compassion and find it challenging. Its connection to the good life I once followed is nil. I find myself reading about Greeks and Romans. Many folks from whom I haven’t heard from since junior high. It was then I had a life interrupted. Plato, Cicero, Socrates, oh my.
When Steve Jobs died his sister said he announced, “Oh wow!”
When I die I hope I am saying, “Oh wow, Kindles!” Sorry Steve.
At the very least, maybe I can live to ninety of sound mind. Problem is that will not be enough. Why did I ever think I could read every book in the library?