I love riding the El to and from work.
In addition to chatting about various and sundry issues with Dunreith, aka “wifey, wifey,” I get some time to meditate, or, as she calls it, “sleepitate.” The warm fumes from the seats exert an inexorable downward pull on my eyelids-a trend that usually culminates in a head jerk, some drool, or both.
I also get to read.
Although I often look longingly at the RedEye covers and stories, I have resolved this year to use my El riding time in reading classics.
I’m talking the Big Boys and Girls here.
So far, so good. I’m definitely impressed by his ability to describe scenes and dialogue, but not yet loving loving the work.
To be fair, I’m just about 40 pages in, which means I’ve got a mere 1,320 pages or so to get hooked.
What do you read on public transportation? Is the Classics on the El doomed to end in closed eyelids? Should I just give it up and renew the People magazine subscription I once had?
As always, comments are welcome.