I love autobiographies now-- really good ones. I just finished reading "Tender at the Bone" by Ruth Reichl, former editor of defunct Gourmet Magazine. Tina Fey. My favorite find was "Hit by a Barn" by Catherine Friend, about her partners' new life as a sheep farmer. Fabulous..... Funny......
Years ago I could have read books that were long, full of facts and ideals. Books, like Radical Homemaking, I could read cover to cover. Now I skim the first and second chapters, think "OK, good idea" and drop it.
I would divide this impatience in 2 categories: some books and movies I just like the idea, and don't have the time or patience to delve deeper into it like I used to. Others, I just have no patience for in any way shape or form anymore.
So, koyaanisquatsi falls into the first category. Crime and Punishment falls into the second. (Loved it at the time. Heavy book. Followed it with Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.)
Maybe if this just seemed to be a change in genre preference, I wouldn't even be reflecting on this at all. But no, it's that it feels like a dive into the shallow end.
I shouldn't be so hard on myself! And, again, be thankful I ever had patience for these books and movies at all.