October 25, 2004

The Secret to Speed Reading, Or How I Learned to Stop Sniffing Coke and Love Sniffing Even More Coke

A reader writes:

You recently mentioned reading the whole of Ulysses in less than an hour, and you frequently allude to the novels you read while you're imbibing a fifth martini. As someone who never seems to have enough time to read, I simply don't believe you. I'd like to know two things: how you read so fast, and how you fast while reading.

The fact is, dear reader, that, in addition to the starving you reference, I do most of my reading on speed, bringing new meaning to the term "speed reader." In fact, I can finish off a book of normal length and density while snorting up a line of good Colombian. It's certainly a little faster than that Teachout fellow, but at least Teachout doesn't have to resort to drugs to remain hyperliterate. His loss.

While Teachout wastes precious hours of his life (specifically, the uncertain period he refers to "between Friday night and Monday morning") operating at regular speed reading levels, with the help of illegal substances, I've stumbled upon a life of hard drugs, fast women, and even faster reading. Every weekend, you'll find me at Cabo San Lucas blading up a good bag with my homies, my head bobbing up for air from a nineteen year old girl from Topeka trying to extend her spring break year-round, with the latest Shirley Hazard and John Upike propped up on my lap. It's quite the life, baby. More fun than those impacted weekends. And you better believe I've read more than Harold Bloom.

Posted by DrMabuse at October 25, 2004 03:04 PM
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