Lunchtime Poll

Lunchtime Poll: Books You Wish You Had Written

Today’s question is small, but it opens endless possibilities. It’s like the Tardis: bigger on the inside.

What book do you wish you had written? 

Just for fun, let’s take it further. What song or poem do wish was yours? Which piece of art do you wish you had made? What recipe do you wish you had created? Basically, what out there inspires you so much that it becomes your goal?

I wish I had written Dealing With Dragons, by Patricia C. Wrede, and I wish I had painted Van Gogh’s “Sunset.” It moves me in ways unaccountable.

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13 replies on “Lunchtime Poll: Books You Wish You Had Written”

I really wish I had written Catch-22. Heck I’ll count myself as having done well if I can crank out a paragraph as good as this one:

There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one’s own safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn’t, but if he was sane, he had to fly them. If he flew them, he was crazy and didn’t have to; but if he didn’t want to, he was sane and had to. Yossarian was moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of this clause of Catch-22 and let out a respectful whistle.

As for poems I wish I had cranked out “Very Like a Whale” by Ogden Nash. Either that or “Further Reflections on Parsley” by the same.

And I don’t sculpt much, but I have a major art crush oh Hermes with the Infant Dionysus by Praxiteles. Even if Dionysus looks mildly terrifying. (I would call ugly Renascence baby, but this is to early. Ugly Hellenistic Greek baby?)

I get a strange delight from the whole pure genius absurdity of Catch 22. So. Good.!

“Why did you walk around with crab apples in your cheeks? Yossarian asked again. “That’s what I asked.”

“Because they’ve got a better shape than horse chestnuts,” Orr answered. “I just told you that.”

“Why,” swore Yossarian at him approvingly, “you evil-eyed, mechanically-aptituded, disaffiliated son of a bitch, did you walk around with anything in your cheeks?”

“I didn’t,” Orr said, “walk around with anything in my cheeks. I walked around with crab apples in my cheeks. When I couldn’t get crab apples, I walked around with horse chestnuts. In my cheeks.”

I love how he can switch gears from absurd to dead serious in no time flat. And I could spend all day finding quotes that I love in that book. So just one more:

“Who is Spain?”
“Why is Hitler?”
“When is right?”
“Where was that stooped and mealy-colored old man I used to call Poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?”
“How was trump at Munich?”
“Ho-ho beriberi.”
all rang out in rapid succession, and then there was Yossarian with the question that had no answer:
“Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?”

Oh dear, I really don’t know. Harry Potter because it looks so much fun and it made her so much money, anything of Magritte’s because there’s a plain view with a deeper message/idea behind it and the recipe of carrot cake. No-one would think it silly with my PR-skills following it around!

Oh! Great question! I wish I’d written Suite Francaise by Irene Nemirovsky, except I could never write like that. Or Bel Canto by Ann Patchett, or Restless by William Boyd, or All the King’s Men by Robert Penn Warren.

And The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows, because it had such a fun form and it warmed people’s hearts. And all of the romance novels of Elizabeth Hoyt.


I wish I had written the script to Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Because it’s perfect.

Off topic – I’m going through withdrawal from Effexor and it is THE. WORST. Anyone have any advice as to when the hell ends and I finally feel normal again? I feel like I’ve got electrodes hooked up to both my temples and wired up to a car battery.

“I’ve got vision and the rest of the world wears bifocals.”

Yes it is a good bromance. It was written by the same guy who wrote The Princess Bride. Watch it at the first available opportunity. The scene where they try to rob a bank in Spanish using cue cards is worth it alone, and it is but one of many brilliant scenes in that movie.

I wish I’d written The Book Thief. I read it when I was quite young, and it left a lasting impression on me. I wish I’d painted Claude Monet Reading by Renoir. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, and comforted.

Poem: The Echoing Green  by William Blake. It reminds me of being five, being ten, being carefree, of warm, sprawling meadows and fields, of laughter on the swings, of swinging from the bars while my mum tried to “catch” my legs, of reading Blyton and Dahl (my mum is English, and indoctrinated us early :P)

Recipe: Whoever invented eating fudgy brownies with tart fruit sorbet/frozen yoghurt. Just because it’s such an incredible flavour combination.


ETA: Sorry about the size earlier =/

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