This is my favorite book. It's a tough read. It's a combination of some hardcore computer science theory and "Alice in Wonderland" styled anecdotes. I was a pretentious teenager, carrying this book from class to class and reading it during my spare time. I think it took me a year to read the whole thing. Years later at a computer conference on artificial intelligence, a small group of us geeks stood around and admitted that Hofstadter's book was a big reason we all started to study cognitive science.
I was born in 1969, so I grew up in the seventies. That was a weird time to be a kid - a lot of adults were starting to concentrate on improving themselves. It was a time of "Passages" and women's lib and "key parties". As a child, I was fascinated by this new strange world of adults who were going to see movies like "10" and reading erotic fiction by Danielle Steele. Why were they so childish when it came to sex? This book had some kinky lists of "favorite sexual positions" and other glimpses into the world of adults I would soon join.
My favorite children's book. Let everyone else have Dr. Seuss... I loved Bill Peet. Other favorites were "Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel", "Alice in Wonderland", "The Little Prince", and Robert Louis Stevenson's "Treasure Island". Even today, I love to read juvenile fiction like "I Am The Cheese", "The Phantom Tollbooth", and "Redwall". Maybe I'll always be a kid at heart.
4. david stein "Carried Away"
When I read this book last year, I had no idea how much it would affect me. I had to read it with my eyes squinted half-shut, peering between my fingers like watching a horror movie. Not because I hated the book... no, no, far from it. It's because it affected me so strongly that reading it was like a kick to the gut. It described the kind of S&M relationship I wanted to have, but was unable to. It was incredibly painful to read about the life I wanted to lead, but it still gave me a lot of hope (and tons of masturbation fantasies!)
I love this book. I've tried to get into science fiction and fantasy novels, but besides "Starship Troopers" and Ray Bradbury, nothing has ever stuck. But this one is about a science geek who goes back to medieval Poland, and I think I've read every book in the series six or seven times. It makes me miss the wonderful times I had in college with the Society for Creative Anachronism.
In my opinion, the funniest book in the english language. The first page is classic, and it only gets better from there. I have never found a book that made me laugh as much as this one did. I love puzzles, games, and wordplay, so british humor is right up my alley. Are they any books half as funny as this one? Any recommendations?
When a lot of S&M slaves talk about the kind of relationship they want, and what slavery means to them, I think they are referring to this book. For better or worse, Antoniou nails exactly why a masochist would submit, and what they are expecting, fearing, and hoping for in the back of their mind. Unfortunately, life is not like this. But when I'm serving and things are tough, I find myself reflecting on this book and what the characters thought and felt, and it really centers me.
As a child, I assumed that adults would never hurt or lie to me. It was a tough lesson to learn that was not necessarily so. I loved reading children's stories, and in most fiction of that type, the hero always wins and there is a moral in the end. Even the darker stories that we hipsters like ("The Witches", "Holes", "Lemony Snicket") have positive characters and satisfying endings. I remember the first short story I read where the protagonist is bullied, and then turns around and bullies a smaller kid. I was shocked! The "hero" of my story turned out to be the villian, and it was a huge lesson for me. But the *worst* was this story called "J.T." about an inner city boy who finds a lost kitten, only for it to get run over and die. End of story. What kind of sadistic writing is that?!?!
I read all of the Hardy Boys books, and had a crush on Frank. Not Joe... Frank. He was the smart one, the one played by Parker Stevenson. While everyone loved Shaun Cassidy, I wanted to be with the "other guy". Imagine what happened to my prepubescent emotions when I read the following passage:
The man spoke again. "You must swear allegiance to me!"
Joe clenched his fist and screwed up all his courage. "Nuts to you!" he replied.
"Second the motion!" Frank blurted out.
Satan shook with rage. "You cheeky impostors! You're no apprentices! No!"
His seething voice became a low whine. "You had your chance to leave England. We gave you plenty of warnings. You refused to heed. Now you will remain with us FOREVER! He Goat, prepare the rack! But first, the potion!"
Several men seized the boys, pinioning their arms and forcing their heads back. Two women came forward with gold flagons in their hands. The metal gleamed in the dim light.
Frank recognized the crest - a griffin carrying off a knight in armor and the legend: Avoir la Serre Bonne.
The flagon was from Professor Rowbotham's Witch Museum! A split second later Frank felt something cold touch his lips. The witch tilted the flagon and a bitter liquid streamed into his mouth and down his throat. He choked on it.
Joe was also forced to swallow the fluid. They felt themselves growing faint.
"They've poisoned us! Frank coughed.
Satan cackled. "it would be fortunately for you if we had. This poition will make you easier to handle, that is all. We want you to be awake for the climax."
"The climax?" Joe gasped.
Two medieval torture instruments occupied one corner of the room. They looked like wooden bed frames with slats held together by thick ropes. But the head and foot of each frame were movable and could be extended by a winch.
The Hardys were thrown on the racks. Their hands and feet were bound tightly in a spread-eagle position.
He Goat chuckled. "Now we are going to give you the treatment!" As he turned toward the winch, his mask slipped far enough to reveal his face.
Goodman, the Craighead butler!
"How did you get here?" Frank cried out.
He Goat adjusted his mask and chuckled again. "It doesn't matter than you know who I am. You won't tell anybody."
Seizing the handle of the winch, he began to turn it. Frank felt his arms and legs drawn taut by the ropes. The stretching continued, causing sharp pains in his wrists and ankles.
Another witch turned the handle of the rack Joe had been tied to. The pain becaome agonizing, and when the boys cried out for help, the witches erupted into spasms of fiendish mirth.
They ceased at a signal from Satan. "That will do for now," he commanded. "The torture will resume in a moment. Keep the racks in readiness."
10. Michael Medved "The Golden Turkey Awards"
It's a shame that Michael Medved turned out to be such an anti-gay asshole. But this book was very influential to me as a teenager. Even after VHS players came out and rental places were on every corner in the eighties, it was still hard to find rare movies if you lived away from a big city. I got most of my alternative media through 'zines (ah... I miss "Film Threat"), and mailed away for bootleg dubs of rare movies. I don't think you kids today with your Netflix and your Youtube know how lucky you have it!
11. (author unknown) "Monsters You Don't Know About"
When I got to college, I knew that I wanted to study artificial intelligence. However, since computer science was invented after the Dewey Decimal system, any books on AI were stuck at the very beginning in the 000 section. This is also the section for general knowledge and for books about books. So, imagine my surprise when I went down into the very scary and very cool stacks of books in the immense college library and started at the first first 000 shelf. Right next to the information theory books I wanted to study was a book titled "Monsters You Don't Know About", describing Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster. I realized that computer science is a fantasyland based on constructing digital castles in the clouds, and concentrated on a practical electrical engineering major instead!
12. Robert Pirsig "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance"
I had a pretentous period in high school where I read nothing but Herman Hesse. My best friend and I were amateur philosophers, and we loved to talk about Life and Meaning. Pirsig was like a drug for us... filled with our own self importance, we tried to figure out the meaning of life, without any life experience behind us. I don't mean to make fun of the person I was - we were young and beautiful and full of wonder and energy. I still feel that way most of the time, though I don't turn to books to teach me about life.
13. The bible
I didn't really grow up in a religious family. In fact, I'd say my dad is either a diligent atheist or a lackadaisical christian because he never goes to church. It amounts to the same thing. But I was lucky enough to attend many different styles of churches as a youth: I was baptized presbyterian, confirmed lutheran, dated a Mormon girl, practiced buddism, married a former baptist and catholic, and attended unitarian and church of christ services during college. I've never been muslim or jewish, but I *have* read the bible many times. I still find it a bizarre funhouse of contradictory stories and ideas. I think it is an amazing book, but also childish and dangerous, too. I am amazed that few americans have studied the bible, and when they do they pick out easy-to-read sections. You've got to tackle the surreal prophets who read like drug addicts, the psychotic blather of Paul, and the sexual eroticism of Song of Solomon to get the full feel of of the book. It's a weird combination of random books by numerous authors over hundreds of years, and not anything I would put any faith in.
14. Richard Bach "Jonathan Livingston Seagull"
I think I got this book as a graduation gift, along with Kahlil Gibran's "The Prohpet". Hey, it was the seventies. We were reading a lot of books on EST, and "The Tao of Physics" and other wacky philosophical books. It's the same thing people do today with "The Five People You Meet In Heaven" or "The Secret". For some reason, I still love Richard Bach. I know it's corny and hasn't aged well, but every time I read it (it's a short book) it strikes something in my soul, and that counts for something.
15. Roald Dahl "The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar"
I think it's great when children's authors get fed up with censoring their books and try writing adult fiction. I was shocked (shocked!) when Judy Blume came out with those adult novels. Us teenagers dogeared all the dirty parts and shared them with our friends. Since I loved Roald Dahl's "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" and "James and the Giant Peach", I assumed that I'd love all his other books. Little did I expect how dark his writing can be. Here is a short story from the collection that probably created a lot of my BDSM fantasies. There is a link at the bottom if you want to read the whole thing... but be warned that it's pretty dark. Even better is a story called "The Pig", but that one is not online.
Ernie placed his gun on the ground and advanced upon the small boy. He grabbed him and threw him to the ground. Raymond took the roll of string from his pocket and cut off a length of it. Together, they forced the boy's arms in front of him and tied his wrists together tight.
"Now the legs," Raymond said. Peter struggled and received a punch in the stomach. This winded him, and he lay still. Next, they tied his ankles together with more string. He was now trussed up like a chicken and completely helpless.
Ernie picked up his gun, and then, with his other hand, he grabbed one of Peter's arms. Raymond grabbed the other arm and together they began to drag the boy over the grass toward the railway line.
Peter kept absolutely quiet. Whatever it was they were up to, talking to them wasn't going to help matters.
They dragged their victim down the enbankment and on to the railway tracks themselves. Then one took the arms and the other the feet and they lifted him up and laid him down again lengthwise right between two rails.
"You're mad!" Peter said. "You can't do this!"
"'Oo says we can't? This is just a little lesson we're teachin' you not to be cheeky."
"More string," Ernie said.
Raymond produced the ball of string, and the two larger boys now proceeded to tie their victim down in such a way that he couldn't wriggle away from between the rails. They did this by looping string around each of his arms and then threading the string inder the rails on either side. They did the same with his middle body and his ankles. When they had finished, Peter Watson was strung down helpless and virtually immobile between the rails. The only parts of his body he could move to any extent were his head and feet.
Ernie and Raymond stepped back to survey their handiwork. "We done a nice job," Ernie said.
"There's trains every 'arf 'our on this line," Raymond said. "We ain't gonna 'ave long to wait."
Read the whole thing at: