Book Magazine has released this list of “America’s Biggest Readers” (via Arts & Letters Daily). Each member of this list of folks consumes up to 20 books a week, with a diet ranging from romances through mysteries to the classics.
Something about this article completely freaks me out. Is it the sense one gets of a kind of impending textual obesity in these folks from the relentless reading-is-like-eating rhetoric (which I’ve of course reproduced above)? Is it the embarrassingly American celebration of quantity over quality? Is it that the nominees for Biggest Reading Writer and Biggest Reader in the White House are themselves such horrifying spokespersons for the literary impulse in this country?