The World According to Garp is probably my favourite book. Ever. I love many, many books, by many authors. But after Garp... I was linked to John Irving. I added him to my collection of special, awesome things that I consider to be mine.
During my early thirties, I made it my mission to own every single John Irving book ever published. I searched them all out: online, in dusty bookstores, in the huge mega stores (back in the days when there WERE huge mega bookstores... Aaah Kindle. I love you, but you killed the bookstore. You know that, right? I mean, I don't know if you meant to do that. Maybe you thought you could co-exist... like Coke and Pepsi.... But Kindle, you're the Coke and Bookstores are the Pepsi... and NOBODY wants the Pepsi)
I love that John Irving loves Bears and prostitutes. I love that his kooky characters more often than not pass through Vienna and/or New Hampshire. Like Stephen King, a lot of his characters are writers. I love the recurring subjects and themes in his books. Again, connections. There is security and familiarity in connection. Like a strange family, these books are distant cousins, sharing their bizarre, unique tales, with a little bit of Bear thrown in.
I like the Bears and the details. I remember it all..... Or, I imagine I do....
“Imagining something is better than remembering something.”
John Irving. 'The World According to Garp'