Many years ago my brother bought me a fantastic book called How to be Ridiculously Well Read in One Evening. It’s full of ‘encapsulations’ of literary classics, most of which are in verse and incredibly funny.
Revisiting it the other day, I found myself wondering if it wasn’t really a book from the pre-internet age.
Not that pithy, verse plot summaries wouldn’t be funny any time, but before the internet it was hard to find information about any famous book without actually finding a copy and reading it. Of course now you just look it up online and you’ll get masses of summaries.
One thing I can say now that I’ve actually read more of the books encapsulated within the covers of this small volume: they make a lot more sense if you’ve actually read the books. So maybe the title should be How to Think You’re Ridiculously Well Read?