From the list on satires with one thing in common.
Who am I?
I consider myself not only a student of satire, but also as a master practitioner with an innate and instinctive aptitude for it—like those born with perfect pitch or hand-eye coordination, kind of like an idiot savant, only hopefully without the idiot part. Satire is the perfect literary platform because it allows both the writer and the reader to explore the landscape of the human experience, the absurdity, the grandeur, the mystery, the horror—not with a sermon or a polemic or a sigh, but with a laugh and a nodding smile of recognition.
Tom's book list on satires with one thing in common
Discover why each book is one of Tom's favorite books.
Why did Tom love this book?
Because it was not only a thick* book, but it proved that you can think a book is crap one day, and absolutely love it the next**.
I was going to have an impacted wisdom tool chiseled out and wanted a book for my convalescence. It had a great cover, so I flipped open to the first page and read the opening line—something like, “Amoebas don’t have bones…”.
I bought it and had the wisdom tooth removed, which evidently actually removed the wisdom needed to appreciate the writing.
Time passed, and I gave the book another try—evidently the wisdom had returned because what had once been chaotic and confusing and stupid, was now delightfully random and effortlessly insightful, and really really fun. I loved this book.
* At least it seemed thick to me at that age.
** Actually, it wasn’t the next day, it was actually about a year…