Insert “Bookends” joke here
In the past thirty-seven or so years, Art Garfunkel has apparently had some time on his hands. I’d say he didn’t waste it. He read over a thousand books in that period, clocking in at a little more than a book every two weeks. Now that’s probably not going to break any records among book reviewers or academics, but I’ll bet it ranks among the best when it comes to celebs. And these books aren’t simple fare. You’ll find Proust, Rousseau and Tolstoy at the top of the list, none of whom were at a loss for words. What list, you say? Garfunkel has indexed all the books on his webpage. So, if you want to make the next thirty-seven years of your life as much like Garfunkel’s as possible, I suggest you break up with your astonishingly talented partner and go get a copy of Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s Confessions. That will leave you only one thousand twenty five more books until you can read Booth Tarkington’s The Magnificent Ambersons. You can make a solo album in the meantime if you like, but that’s really really optional.