Rourke’s top ten books about boredom. He gives the nod to Pessoa’s Book of Disquiet, coming in at number three:
Those perfectly empty
moments when we find ourselves waiting for absolutely nothing, until
it’s time to walk back to work or back to our homes for the evening.
Pessoa’s entire philosophical study of boredom is possibly the greatest
poem ever written.
This sounds interesting:
The mindnumbingly boring
routine of office life is examined in this perceptive novel of
alienation. Much darker and philosophically damning than Joshua Ferris’
Then We Came to the End, Michael Bracewell points us towards the futile
accessories of the modern office: spider plants, polystyrene cups,
suspension files, print outs and trips to sandwich shops between 1 – 2
in the afternoon. Bored people trying to find their foothold, their
superior position, within the meaningless politics of the office. It is
a novel that offers the proof we need that most of us are bored without
even realising it.
Is a list of ten not exciting enough for you? Rourke kicks it up a notch. I’d add The Moviegoer…