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Double Bass DB forum "what books are you reading" thread

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I can’t help but feel when encountering a mind of this caliber in writing that there is little difference between a great writer at the height of their powers and a master musician in the full flow of an iconic performance. This book is just stunning on so many levels.
 

"Thinking in Jazz: The Infinite Art of Improvisation", by Paul Berliner. It's a really interesting quasi-ethnography of the US jazz community, written mainly for musicians I think, based on tons of interviews with accomplished jazz musicians.

 
Sounds interesting. When you finish it, please let us know if it falls under "recommended reading."

Just finished it. It’s definitely a book I would highly recommend. In fact, it’s one of those books that I believe would make the world a much better place if everyone did read it. Sadly, the contents of the book describe in great detail why most people probably won’t.
 
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Just finished it. It’s definitely a book I would highly recommend. In fact, it’s one of those books that I believe would make the world a much better place if everyone did read it. Sadly, the contents of the book describe in great detail why most people probably won’t.

Thank you! I will definitely plan on hitting this one in the next few months.
 
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Just finished Anthony Storr’s “Solitude: A Return To The Self”, which was very good. Based on that good experience, have started “The Essential Jung”. I have always wanted to learn more about Jung, and what better time than now?

In between, I read an absolutely terrifying book, “Amusing Ourselves To Death” by Neil Postman, which was written in the 1980s. What was terrifying about it is that it was basically the same theme as The Shallows, with the same message, but from a generation or so earlier. The introduction, which sets the tone, is something that absolutely resonates:

“We were keeping our eye on 1984. When the year came and the prophecy didn't, thoughtful Americans sang softly in praise of themselves. The roots of liberal democracy had held. Wherever else the terror had happened, we, at least, had not been visited by Orwellian nightmares.
But we had forgotten that alongside Orwell's dark vision, there was another— slightly older, slightly less well known, equally chilling: Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. Contrary to common belief even among the educated, Huxley and Orwell did not prophesy the same thing. Orwell warns that we will be overcome by an externally imposed oppression. But in Huxley's vision, no Big Brother is required to deprive people of their autonomy, maturity and history. As he saw it, people will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think.
What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information.
Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us.
Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumblepuppy. As Huxley remarked in Brave New World Revisited, the civil libertarians and rationalists who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny
"failed to take into account man's almost infinite appetite for distractions." In 1984, Huxley added, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure. In short, Orwell feared that what we hate will ruin us. Huxley feared that what we love will ruin us.
This book is about the possibility that Huxley, not Orwell, was right.”
 
Just finished Anthony Storr’s “Solitude: A Return To The Self”, which was very good. Based on that good experience, have started “The Essential Jung”. I have always wanted to learn more about Jung, and what better time than now?

In between, I read an absolutely terrifying book, “Amusing Ourselves To Death” by Neil Postman, which was written in the 1980s. What was terrifying about it is that it was basically the same theme as The Shallows, with the same message, but from a generation or so earlier. The introduction, which sets the tone, is something that absolutely resonates:

“We were keeping our eye on 1984. When the year came and the prophecy didn't, thoughtful Americans sang softly in praise of themselves. The roots of liberal democracy had held. Wherever else the terror had happened, we, at least, had not been visited by Orwellian nightmares.
But we had forgotten that alongside Orwell's dark vision, there was another— slightly older, slightly less well known, equally chilling: Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. Contrary to common belief even among the educated, Huxley and Orwell did not prophesy the same thing. Orwell warns that we will be overcome by an externally imposed oppression. But in Huxley's vision, no Big Brother is required to deprive people of their autonomy, maturity and history. As he saw it, people will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think.
What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information.
Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us.
Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumblepuppy. As Huxley remarked in Brave New World Revisited, the civil libertarians and rationalists who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny
"failed to take into account man's almost infinite appetite for distractions." In 1984, Huxley added, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure. In short, Orwell feared that what we hate will ruin us. Huxley feared that what we love will ruin us.
This book is about the possibility that Huxley, not Orwell, was right.”
Thanks for the review and recommendation Chris.
 
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I tried to re-read 1984 a few years back and gave up, it kept giving me nightmares. Much too close to reality.

On a completely different note,I highly recommend Christine Benz’s How to Retire: 20 Lessons for Retirement for anyone getting closer to retirement. It covers many aspects of retirement and views them from different perspectives. It is not too high level but doesn’t get too much in the weeds either. Very helpful, I’ve gifted it to a couple colleagues.
 
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In between, I read an absolutely terrifying book, “Amusing Ourselves To Death” by Neil Postman, which was written in the 1980s.

Great book. It's somewhat dated, in that it predates the Internet and social media. But in many respects, what has happened in the interim makes it even more relevant than when it was published.
 
Just in the last few months I read K.Vonnegat's Sirens of Titan for about the 7th time. Then Phil Lesh's bio. Now on G.G. Marquez's 100 years of Solitude... always heard about it but never picked it up. I'm enjoying it so far!
 
I've posted this before, but "From Birdland to Broadway" by Bill Crow(e) is an easy and great read, especially for bassists.

If you haven't read Mingus's "Beneath the Underdog", it's ...well...interesting...entertaining...not sure what. Certainly not boring.
Found this òld thread and was surprised to read thru the pages this long before seeing Mingus' book mentioned! I read it looking ago and remember it being a manual on ho to get laid more bout bass! Have to re read it
 
Just finished V. by Thomas Pynchon. Not an easy read by any stretch, but amazing; it really does leave the mind reeling like a good punch. Reccomended strongly.

Before that was Cumming's Enormous Room, which was quite good as well.
Holy s.#@! I did not think think that book is readable! I have tried to read V to no avail. Foucalt's Pendulum by Umberto Eco is not quite as obtuse but still very hard reading.
 
Currently reading "Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal" by Chistopher Moore and "The Alteration" by Kingsley Amis. The Moore book is just O.K. I'd heard about him for quite awhile ....
Sacred Bleu by Christopher Moore is his masterpiece. I ve read everything by Tom Robbins and followed a suggestion to check out C.M as a "if u like TR check out CM"... Sacre Bleu kinda fulfills that promise that his earlier works have flashes of. Highly recommended.
Jitterbug Perfume is my fave among all the great Tom Robbins books.
 
After playing at a hundreds-strong high school reunion with my guitarist brother and some other 1974 musician grads, I've been revisiting some of the books we read in high school. Right now it's Dickens' "Great Expectations" from Grade 10 English class.

It's funny how one can have vivid remembrances of a great book like that, and yet be quite wrong about so many specifics of events in it, the order in which those events occurred, and to a large extent the entire point of the book. Now, mind you, I first (and last) read this book in the fall of 1970. I had just turned 15 and there was a lot going on in the world and in my addled teenage brain. Great themes of long disappointment, love lost and found, unexpected generosity, and the power of fate lying in wait for a young boy didn't mean much to me back then, I imagine.

Still, the book stayed with me. Eventually, sometime in the late 80's, I adopted a feral cat to whom I long took out food ("wittles" as Dickens calls them in Great Expectations), and named him Magwitch after Pip's convict acquaintance (to whom he takes food). Mags' picture is below, lounging on his back. He was quite a wonderful cat, although he left me no financial gains, just emotional gains.

The re-reading of books over a lifetime is inherently interesting since one's life experience so-moulds the impression and power of the work. I'm getting that new perspective in spades—as well as questioning the veracity of my memory generally. For instance, I discovered that Magwitch appears immediately in the first chapter, despite my memory of his first appearing much later in the work.

It's been a while since I read Dickens at all, so I'm revelling again in his language and his skills as a builder of stories.

I'm also reading the book as a lovely, leather-bound edition from the Easton Press instead of on my Kindle. That, too, is a reward for taking this on.

In short, I'm having a Dickens of a time.

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