I finished rereading A.S. Byatt’s The Children’s Book. Last time I read it I wrote myself a hangover cure: visit the V&A museum, take up pottery, frolic in the English countryside, read Peter Pan, drink tea, sleep.
So, behold, a collection of cures for that book that made you suffer: the best of the reading remedies from this original post.
Wuthering Heights Remedy: be dramatic about everything, catch a fever, kill an animal, dance around in a red dress like Kate Bush, marry someone out of spite.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being Remedy: get a dog and name it after a Tolstoy character, have a lot of meaningless sex, read Nietzsche, wear a bowler hat, lie on the floor in a patch of sunlight.
M Train Remedy: visit Sylvia Plath’s grave in Yorkshire, learn the tarot, get a Polaroid camera, buy an abandoned house on the coast, watch crime shows, drink black coffee.
The Amber Spyglass Remedy: visit ‘the bench’ at The Oxford botanical gardens, watch cats on the sidewalk, read Paradise Lost, learn The I Ching, listen to Bon Iver’s 10 deathbreast on repeat.
The Luminaries Remedy: watch Jane Campion’s exquisite series Top of The Lake, embark on some self directed astrological research, learn Te Reo, take a trip to Hokitika, prop the book close to your bed so you can always see that beautiful moon girl staring out at you.
Fen Remedy: visit Holme Fen, don’t get stung by nettles, befriend a fox, read Her Bodies and Other Parties, listen to the noises your house makes.
Conversations With Friends Remedy: eagerly anticipate her new novel, write autobiographical stories, perform slam poetry, have an affair, stay up late, judge rich people.
Just Kids Remedy: go to New York, wear a long black coat, sleep on the floor, visit a Catholic Church, get a record player, work in a bookstore and wait to meet your soul mate.
Reading Remedies (Part I) can be found here.