There was a meme I came across a few years back: grab the book closest to you, and then append “…in my pants” to the title. What was mine?
A History of Celibacy
…haaaaaah. So apt, except when it’s not.
I hadn’t gotten around to reading it until now though, when I started doing the research for a Judge Dredd fic and suddenly it became highly relevant to my interests.
Exciting Adventures in Celibacy: male virgins, why Megacity's Justice Department is like the Catholic church, psychic & sexless, and IT IS WRONG TO PLAY WITH THE ROBOT.
A few years ago I was at a bar with a friend of mine named Kate, ignoring the other patrons and talking books, as is our wont. We got on the subject of books we'd enjoyed as teenagers, and she ended up telling me about what she called her Canon of Kate — these were more than just the books that she'd liked, or even loved; they were the ones that had shaped her whole literary aesthetic, that had introduced the tropes and themes that resonated with her, the ideas that she would pursue and revisit in later reading and writing. Beyond that, even, these were the books that had shaped her as a person.
Which got me to thinking: what was the canon of ME?