Seven years ago, the 73-year-old McNeese, of
“McNeese had grown up feeling that non-fiction was the writing that mattered and fiction was just frivolous,” Schmich wrote. “
“She divided books into categories. Ones on modernization, ones on war or politics. True romance was rare. She puzzled over the merits of a dozen or so winners.”
McNeese didn’t finish the 1936 winner Honey in the Horn, deciding that life is too short to finish a bad book. She loved A Summons to
McNeese, who accomplished her goal in 2003, now reads all sorts of books. Schmich reports that most nights, she reads aloud to her husband Jim, who has lost most of his sight. She takes notes on what she reads. This passage, from Reading Lolita in
“A novel is not an allegory. It is the sensual experience of another world. If you don’t enter that world, hold your breath with the characters and become involved in their destiny, you won’t be able to empathize, and empathy is at the heart of the novel. This is how you read a book: you inhale the experience.”
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