Well, as another snowstorm bears down upon us, it's probably time to come clean. For a while there, a subway Poetry in Motion type poster was up. It said: "Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people." —Eleanor Roosevelt.* And I thought: "Oh, I guess I have a small mind." Which felt, actually, like a relief to have settled so definitively.
It's true (for me) of books too: I like books about people more than those about events or ideas, and I suppose that's just my small mind talking. But I think there must be yet another quote that piggybacks on the faux–Eleanor Roosevelt one and says, "But really, totally, entirely boring people talk about the weather."
Friends: I am one of those people, and it's time to just come out and acknowledge it. I like to talk about the weather. I like to think about the weather. I even (God help me) like to read about the weather.
Trust me, great books have been written about the weather. Of course, for the snow-focused among us, there's no better book than this:
Blizzards! More blizzards! Extreme cold! The chinook!
But that's not all. Perhaps you would like a hurricane novel? Check this out:
It has the most excellent description of a giant wave with a CAR inside the wave, its lights still on and shining through the wall of water. (Trust me: weather people have a thing for very big waves as well.) Bonus: building on unsteady foundations laid bare and excoriated!
And my most favorite weather novel, Ice! Sadly, I don't know the author (and no, it's not the Christian Science novel about discovering ice on the moon) and the internet has failed me: I cannot find it anywhere. It has an (ice) blue cover, and it's about a nerdy boy who has discovered that the next ice age is coming. (His mother is an...anthropologist? Who studies native cultures in icebound Greenland? Maybe?) There is also a weather scientist (exciting!) whose climate model shows that this is TRUE! And then, the snow begins! Madness! Chaos! Mayhem! Lots of snow! Polar bears wandering over the frozen tundra that once was New York City! Oh, to find that book again!
Anyway, it's supposed to snow tonight, so I thought I'd let you all in about this part of my reading. I'm hoping Chestnut will follow in my inglorious weather-reading footsteps. (I've got her checking the hourly forecasts on weather.com, it's a start.)
*Apparently she never said this. Apparently no one ever said this the first time. Still, it was on a subway poster once, which counts for...nothing, I guess.