Jon Krakauer

November's project - reading Krakauer. A true act of discipline.

I'll admit it, I've been a Krakauer hater. I was pondering why, since I've only read segments of 3 of his novels - then remembered that I didn't think highly enough of the smattering of words I did read to attempt to read further.

But alas, because I don't believe in ignorant hatred, I've decided to take on the project of actually reading and finishing some of Krakauer's work in November. I expect one of the following outcomes from the experiment.

1. I will be converted to Krakauerism, and worship the pulpy sheets his words are printed upon. I might even buy something he's written, instead of housing the gift of Into Thin Air, virtually untouched, on my bookshelf. In future conversations regarding him, I will contribute intelligent remarks about the value of his writing in the realm of modern literature.

2. I will feel virtually the same as I do now, that Krakauer is a mediocre writer with an amazing talent for taking stories that have relatively minimal connection to his own life, and exploiting them for personal gain. And in the future, when I get fired up about the evocative, exploitive nature of his work, I'll actually be justified, instead of just feeling impressionable.

Library, here I come.