The WAR AND PEACE Diaires: It’s not giving you the stink eye, that’s just the way its cover looks.

2011 at 12pm     Posted by Rebecca Schinsky

In mental health circles, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a certain percentage of patients never show up for their first sessions. The simple act of picking up the phone and making an appointment—doing something to get help—makes them feel better enough (at least temporarily) that they decide they no longer actually need therapy. I propose that there is a bookish version of this problem, and I have it.

My name is Rebecca, and sometimes, just buying an intimidating book is enough to make me feel like I’ve accomplished something.

And that’s why War and Peace has been sitting on my shelves, giving me the stink eye for more than two years now. I had every intention to read it, I swear. But my mama always said the road to hell is paved with good intentions, so I’ve decided it’s time to shit or get off the pot. To put my money where my mouth is. To finally read the damn thing and stop mixing my metaphors. So today I did it.

And tomorrow, along with 242 other intrepid souls, I’ll begin the War and Peace Read-Along my friends Kalen Landow and Ann Kingman have organized. We’re reading this edition, translated by husband-and-wife team Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky, who are totally the shit. (Ask me about their editions of Anna Karenina and Crime and Punishment some time.)

The read-along is broken into manageable chunks and is scheduled to run until the end of 2011. I have the “principal characters” page flagged; I’ve bookmarked several useful websites; and I’m studying up about the Napoleonic wars thanks to Wikipedia. If I can fit twenty pages a day in, in addition to everything else I’m reading, I should be able to do it.

And there’s nothing like peer pressure—and the desire to avoid public shaming by 242 fellow readers—to light a fire under this lady’s ass. Keep your eyes peeled for weekly installments of The War and Peace Diaries. You know, for your regular does of schadenfreude.