I’m two weeks (alright, thirteen days) into my daily writing challenge and I’ve already learnt a lot. As a bonus, this milestone has also given me an excuse to write a listicle. Interestingly, Google’s spell check doesn’t recognise the word ‘listicle’ and instead tries to substitute it for the word ‘testicle.’ I leave you to decide whether this has any bearing on the content you’re about to read.
Flowers for Algernon tells the story of Charlie Gordon, a man of low IQ who is volunteered to take part in an experimental treatment to increase his intelligence. But the treatment works too well, turning Charlie into an unparalleled genius and giving him a window into the soul of humanity.
I’m pretty sure there’s the plot of a Stephen King novel in this somewhere; if only I were clever enough to write it.
Snapchat was the first time I didn’t get it, and still don’t. It was the first time I felt I’d crossed the yearning chasm of youth and was looking back from the other side. It was the first time that I realised Facebook was for the old people (anyone over 25) and that I would never again feel the excitement of feeling a part of something new; instead I would be worried about things like privacy, GDPR, and wasting time.
Yes, there are things like Trump and Brexit which I will never fully understand and took me by surprise, but they didn’t knock my consciousness like the Snapchat revelation. But Snapchat wasn’t the last time I would be knocked sideways by my failing youth.
And yesterday it happened again.
A round up of many of the big political non-fiction releases of the last year, plus a few unusual ones.
I read them all, so you don’t have to.