The third iteration of Doug Bolden's various thoughts and musings.

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Rereading Books

2026 has become a bit of a year for rereading books for me. Not intentionally. Not exclusively. However, a few things happened which have each driven me towards reading stuff I have already read.

Koji Suzuki’s passing was part of it. In honor of the recently late author, I did a deep dive reading of his short story collection Dark Water (note: there will be spoilers, but I had fun writing that). Since then I started rereading his Ring series.

I got the manga adaptation of Yukito Ayatsuji’s Decagon House Murders and read it all in an extended sitting. While not a perfect re-read, it still follows the story relatively precisely enough it felt like it.

There the whole to-do with watching Albert Campion: Sweet Danger and then exploring the oddities of the available Campion ebooks. I went back and read Sweet Danger at that time.

I had a sudden inkling to go back and try and recall my fandom of Christopher Moore which lead to rereading Practical Demonkeeping and Island of the Sequined Love Nun [while I enjoyed both ok, especially the former, it seems like I might not have become such a fan if I read him the first time this year].

I have even gone back and relistened to the audiobooks of the first three Dungeon Crawler Books after only reading those earlier this year.

And currently I am going back through Phil Rickman’s Curfew which may have been my first book read from him (I don’t remember) and enjoying myself. Before that, I reread the very short first book in the Cherringham series before starting to go back through that series.

All told, it is already around 1/3 of my total reading of the year and there are others I would like to revisit. Good Omens, perhaps. Darkest Part of the Woods. Maybe some Philip K. Dick. Could be fun to go back through some manga.

Some of it is because I had such a long stretch, nearly a decade, of being distanced from my reading life. Getting back into reading is very nice but there’s a sense of being dislocated a bit and using a few key works are helping to me realign.

I’ve been wondering what other people think about rereading. Seems like it once had to be the default. A personal library the size of my own is a rarity and even then if I stopped adding new books and just read what I had for the rest of my life I’d have to no doubt reread several volumes a few times to fill the gaps. Historically, the situation would have been tighter. Even with access to a public library, people would no doubt have had to reread books a few times unless they were in a particularly large city with lots of access to new texts.

Plus, it’s fun. Even tossing out Nabokov’s “no reading, only rereading” quote it is kind of nice how a well-known book is a map of an explored trail. First time through, you are probably looking down for loose rocks and looking around for trail markings. As you walk a trail again and again, you get to a point where you can feel the differences in the seasons. You can recall how the stream is full one year but empty the next. It might not hold the shock of truly new discovery but it holds something different: subtle discovery. If, and this is important, if it is a good trail to walk.

Which, I suppose, is exactly what Nabokov was on about.

I tried to look up some information about folks and attitudes on rereading, including a dive into more academic literature, and there are some nuggets there though the more academic side made me roll my eyes a good bit because it felt like some authors couldn’t be bothered to reread their own tedious papers. Stuff I saw had some folks talking about the importance of rereading. About the enjoyment. Revisiting old favorites like old friends. Some folks having a yearly re-read plan: especially certain big books of their youth. People talking about finding out new things each time.

One person even argued the Philosophy 101 argument that rereading is impossible because each time you read a book, you find something new. I…kind of like that.

Reading a book is an event where the author (and editor, and publisher, and typesetter, and all of them) meet the reader at a particular place in their lives. A two-body system where each body is part of the whole.

A person bitter over a divorce will read a book differently than a person newly married. Particular jobs and particular children and particular whatevers can all flavor reactions to plot points and characters. Just age. All that. Unless you live a fairly monotonous life, chances are you will have new eyes when you look at old pages.

Don’t get me wrong, though, the statement is academic twaddle. There is 100% a thing as re-reading. Calm down Heraclitus. It’s the same damned river. It’s just a different version of it.1

Around my bookstore days, 2007ish, at the early shouts of the Social Media Revolution [more like de-evolution, amirite!? wink wink…etc], whenever people complained to me about rereading it was always in a broader context of detesting spoilers. Not sure what was up back then, but folks had a thing about spoilers for sure.

Now reading through some of those posts about why people don’t reread, it seems to be largely in the context of “there’s so much to read” with a minor addendum of “I don’t read much to begin with” in a few spots.

One bookblogger I found says that there is a pressure to always be reading something new because of the public nature of their reading habits. I think that tracks a bit, but is also a bit sad. What is essentially the public face of reading in the post-apocalyptic wasteland aftermath of the aforementioned Social Media Revolution is required by nature of their existence to always be caught up in the new thing. Sure, stuff like Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian and Mark Danielewski’s House of Leaves will be rediscovered every few months by someone who seems to try and claim a special ownership of it but overall The New™ drives content. A second two-body system in our existing two-body system. The Reader + The Author entwined with the The Reader’s Public Persona + The Reader’s Public Persona’s Audience.

Some of it is faff, of course. Another chunk of twaddle. There are too many books for you to read. Yes, you. I’m talking to you. At best we can merely find the books that we find. Lady Luck is another body in our ever-growing complexity of orbits.

None of this is to yuck anyone’s yum. Read. Don’t read. Reread. Just buy books to put on a shelf so guests can feel amazed. Whichever meets you where you are.

The you that was here five seconds ago.

Now gone.

And another…

  1. “I never make love to the same woman twice, my wife is always surprising me.” It’s good for chatting to your friends but the fact that the universe is constantly being rewritten doesn’t stop it from being the same universe. Remember, Space Pilgrims, everything and nothing at the same time. Which is no time at all. ↩︎

This One Thing about BookTube Drives Me Mad…Click for…blah blah blah…

Ok, that’s a lie. A lot of things about “BookTube” drive me a bit mad. Most of it, really. There is good stuff, real good stuff, but I rarely care to watch enough to find the good stuff.

I’ll be in a mood to discuss more later, maybe, but here’s something from dozens of thumbnails that is now irritating me enough I’m going to start telling Youtube to not recommend me channels which use it:

Books {held | stacked | pointed to} spine back while a thoughtful face is front and center and there’s a title like…

Five Books I Will Never Read Again Because They Are TOO Good

or

Three Books You Have Never Read but Should Get Right Now

or

These Books Absolutely Wrecked My Summer

The last one probably with fake tears added to the thumbnail, or some such.

And it is so annoying to be so constantly baited into every video where even if you know the BookTuber or subscribe or whatever you still have to essentially pretend to be tricked into watching it.

The new The Algorithm demands sacrifice. Tricks for Clicks! If you know what are you getting into, you might not waste so much time forming addiction to screens, amirite?! It’s that or absolutely low-tier enragement farming.

Look, we’re adults, here. Just show the books. Let me know.

If I have not read the books, then good! New stuff!

If I have read the books and hate them, then good, I can avoid it (or join in to see a difference in opinion).

If I have read the books and love them, then I can either avoid or watch to have my sense of utter-correctness validated. Win win!

Mostly, I suspect, the middle-of-the-road absolutely un-timeless, un-classics which proliferate across BookTube’s for-all-tastes vibe will bear little interest for me and that’s ok. I’m not here to yuck your yum, not really. I love that you love to read.

Let me choose to click or not.

Otherwise, I’m no longer clicking a goddamned thing. Well, except the hide channel and such.

I’m sorry the soul-sucking, orphan-crushing machine to which your livelihood is attached requires you to screech like performing monkeys and trick your audience to make it happy.

OH, here are the books, by the way. Lest hypocritical be I:

There’s no real reason for those three. They were just near my desk and I didn’t feel like spending longer taking the photo than typing the rant.

All three: recommended, if you are into that sort of thing.

600 Days…

Today, I hit this count…

All five of those read books, and the book I am currently reading, are Dungeon Crawler Carl. The first couple of books started out as roughly reasonable in their page count and the later ones have grown to books of a certain size. The sixth one, the one I am currently reading, is close to eight-hundred-pages long. I think the seventh one is similar.

At any rate, I have no good “number of pages read” metric to say off the top of my head and won’t get up to do the math but I’d wager that “more than three” will suffice as a page count total.

One of the earliest posts on this rebuilt blog was about hitting the five-hundred-days-of-reading mark. I included some caveats, there, that are still roughly applicable. The past century of days has tended to be more legit reading, hitting somewhere between fifty- and two-hundred-pages per day on average, but many of the points are otherwise valid.

I’m still refusing to make any specific goals, but I do appreciate the irony that letting go of caring about shiny made-up medals is helping to actually do more of the hobbies I like.

Reading Induced Insomnia, Dungeon Crawler Carl, and Becoming Mostly Ok with Audiobooks

Snagged from mattdinnamin.com. Used without permission but you should click that link and find out more. Trust me.

Something of a sysadmin style notice, but if I clicked the right clicks then this will be the first post where comments are turned completely off by default. There will probably be “discussion” posts, not that anyone discusses things on my blog, but due to all the normal reasons that people hate leaving comments over – reasons #1 through #10 being annoying spam and reasons #11 through around #24 being variations of security issues – it will only be the odd post out that has comments. I’ll leave on pingbacks for the moment, partially because I use those to form a matrix of ideas but I am not precisely attached to having to have them.

Now, on with the show…

Reading Induced Insomnia, Rank: 7 Days

I have gone too bed too late for too many nights in a row. Due to reading. I know from experience that being in a relaxed state and reading an hour or two past my sleepy-bye time tends to leave me almost nearly as rested as sleep but this past week it has gone on a bit too much so I have to cut myself off for a few nights. Grammpy Doug needs his 22:00-22:30 bedtime or he gets the fuzzy brain, Space Pilgrims.

The reason for it?

Dungeon Crawl Carl Series, Rank: 4 Books and Counting

The reason for this is exactly due to one thing, I’ve been reading through Matt Dinniman’s rather delightful Dungeon Crawler Carl series. I’m on Book Four – The Gate of the Feral Gods – and remain thoroughly invested.

It is a series that has been on my radar for a couple of years though I had misunderstood the basic setup this whole time and so a lot of references to it made no sense to me out of context.

I knew the general LitRPG concept, books where characters are player in a game and are aware of the concepts, which is funnily enough how a lot of people play their actual RPGs. “I cast magic missile using the mirror, which should give it +1 to hit!” The kind of thing that their characters wouldn’t really be able to suss out with precision, though it’s the kind of detail that would pretty unfun to try and always encapsulate in purely in-world terms. To each their own.

The misunderstanding is that I was under the impression that the Earth had been turned into the Dungeon World by using existing structures. I was expecting something kind of like a violent take on The Mall World concept. Fitting into a particular flavor of 1970s-1990s dystopian film and novel where death games were played out in bits of the real world.

Dungeon Crawler Carl is a lot weirder than that but I’ll leave it to the reader to find out how. It’s probably more spoiled everywhere now, as the series is picking up more and more steam.

At any rate, I enjoy very nearly everything about the books. Carl and his caring but righteous indignation. The sassy chaos of Princess Donut. Most of the NPCs and other PCs. The skill systems and nearly ineffable game rules. The violence and extreme solutions. The cosmic horror tinged with corporate horror as people competing in death games far over their heads deal with horrors that are kind of a parody of the earth but also glimpses into a universe that very nearly makes no sense to humanity.

Carl would likely have resonated even harder with a younger Doug back when I was a bit more self-righteously angry about things, but as a slightly mollified older man with a child and having to navigate – *gestures at everything happening in 2026* – I can still enjoy a person that fits like a broken cog in a machine and getting away with it.

If you like stuff like fantasy-tech ARPGs with complex skill trees, dramatically soul crushing developments, a bunch of soon-to-be-dated references that are pretty timely at the moment, huge explosions, and sarcastic humor while people are covered in gore and being lectured by an increasingly unhinged AI “gamemaster,” give it a shot.

There are a lot of reviews out there. This is not really a review. Just an acknowledgement that in a little over a week phrases like, “Goddamnit, Donut,” and, “NEW ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!,” have entered a kind of general vernacular in Huis van Bolden.

Some of the foot-fetish humor, and especially the degree that the character’s distaste in being forced to engage in it while friends and companions more or less laugh at him for feeling sexually harassed is an odd glitch note in the text. I mean, sure, he’s also being forced to bash in the heads of people. It just hits funky.

Becoming Mostly Ok with Audiobooks, Rank: 1(ish)

At least around 30% of my “reading” the series has been via the Audible exclusive (?) audiobooks narrated by the absolutely phenomenal Jeff Hays. To put how good his narration is, if DCC had been a flop for me I would probably have just tried to find more books narrated by that man. He is great.

Audiobooks and I have tended to never quite get along. The reasons are many. My reading speed tends to be a bit faster than reasonable narration. I like to glance back and forth a good bit to check charts, footnotes, or whatever. Just to sometimes compare scenes and get a feeling of the writer behind the words.

While I tend to read fairly fast, I do sometimes like to slow down and think more about the situation, enter into a kind of liminal reading space. Audiobooks have ways to mitigate this, especially in conjunction with ebooks that track the progress between the two, but I can’t imagine audiobooks ever really replacing that mental space in my brain. Especially those with mediocre or particularly slow readers, which ends up just draining me and making me kind of hate the book in question.

Another reason is a bit more petty and barely holds up to scrutiny over time. Back, around 20-years-ago, when I was in library school there was the rise of three “variations” of literature among the librarians: young adult fiction, audiobooks, and ebooks. None of which were new but all of which were being simultaneously pushed as a forefront for helping to inspire reluctant readers.

For the lattermost two, there was this tribal desire to try and claim only one format as being “authentic books.” I heard multiple library students say they hated ebooks because they preferred the { smell | feel | texture | taste | whatever } of “real books” but then they would talk about how 90% of their reading was listening. “Amazon actually owns all your Kindle books,” they would taunt as they downloaded another low fidelity book via Audible [which was bought out by Amazon around this time].

These arguments are partially why I tend to refer to physical books as “Dead Tree Fetishism” (where the act of owning a bit of dead tree is more important than enjoying the text via that medium) though I obviously adore physical books.

My irritation at this, despite accepting one aspect of their argument – that good audiobooks are akin to a transformative work that approaches the material in a different way – made me cranky at the wider audiobook world.

A more reasonable final reason is that my brain is slightly incompatible with audiobooks. I tend to dance around the threads in my brain and audiobooks always had the effect of only occupying perhaps one of them at most, and sometimes the other threads would just be a bit too loud to focus. With some mental practice, I have been able to more overcome this.

I have no specific numbers, and refuse to make a specific goal, but in general I think I will try to get my “Tolerates Audiobooks” to at least a Rank 2 or 3 skill before the 2026th floor collapses and we are thrown into whatever chaos exists on Floor 2027.

Just picture, Space Pilgrims, next year’s Doug: *gestures at all that stuff going down in 2027*.

At any rate, I’m so sleepy I just dropped my keyboard while typing in some act of physics rebellion I do not understand, so I’ll wrap this up, here.

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