I lived out in San Francisco for awhile, a couple years after Caen had returned to the SF Chronicle following his relatively brief stint at the Examiner. Missed his stuff after I came back east, but I didn't miss what the locals called "tremors" that used to rattle the dish cupboards on a fairly regular basis. I considered those tremors to be "earthquakes" and preferred reading newspaper columns without percussive accompaniment...
I recommend spending one day a week away from the internet. Your brain is really only interested in keeping you physically alive and could not care less if you read War and Peace or "C U L8TR" in a text message, they're all the same, i.e. fake news, unless they amount to informing you that your house is on fire. The shorter whatever it is to read, the less energy the brain has to spend deciphering the message
(is this in my native language? yes? do I recognize that word? yes? does it mean the same as DANGER DANGER? no? tl;dr)
so the more the brain learns that short reads are usually simple to decode, the more it learns to to steer you away from longer reads. After all if you're reading Denis Johnson's Tree of Smoke and you served in Vietnam, then all manner of inquiries could be forced upon your poor tired brain by time you've read the first chapter. The brain's goal is basically for you to quit bothering it with complicated queries and cut to the chase, which is that everything is tl;dr unless it fits in a tweet or feels like you just touched a hot stove with bare hand.
... and speaking of war and peace... yes, and I cannot recommend the
Regeneration triology more highly than you have done. It's not an easy read even if eminently readable regarding the spare language as elegant scaffold on which she layers complex considerations of war and war and war and war.... wars of bodies and minds and the clash of them inside any given human being thrust into what must be our ultimate insanity, i.e. physical destruction with intent to salvage ideals and a life worth living. Whose ideals and what is a life worth living? At what price? Who pays? It makes you think really hard about what it is we do when we let our politicians ship us off to wars, even a war that "both sides" have deemed justifiable. I followed my reading of the Regeneration novels by listening to the audiobook version of James Bamford's
A Pretext for War and that left me more than ever a skeptic of wars that today seem to require outright fabrication in order to justify. Whatever happened to diplomacy? Can we not just argue endlessly over conference tables instead of coming to blows out of impatience to "settle things for once and for all"? So far, apparently not. We need to learn how to get back to arguments since settling things for once and for all on the battlefield in the age of nuclear armaments would seem a little too permanent for the taste of most people. Meanwhile I return to my read of the bio of Catherine the Great, hoping I did not politicize too much a thread that doesn't deserve to land in PRSI.