I describe flying economy as time travel. I suspect any of you who regularly yawn and contort your way to the antipodes understand what I mean. Time relents behind the fuselage crust, the cabin pressurizes and, upon deplaning, it’s however many hours ahead of your internal clock and you can’t understand anyone.
So unless you’re the type of person hellbent on eking out as much work per second as possible, or you’re someone who can sleep through the pell-mell, well, then, flying is desperate. It begs no pardon in tearing away hours. Distraction is paramount.
And holy fuck do the movies and TV not cut it. The same blockbuster nonsense sits on there for what seems like years. And, even if you do find something good, you end up watching half the film on the all-too-tiny screens of the people around you. It seems that in lieu of any remote comfort, we’re forced to stare blankly, wander the fart-filled aisles, choke down some oobleck meal, weep, repeat…
Though, it is a good opportunity to read, if you can manage it. Here are five books worth devouring on your next trip in the sky.
Three Men in a Boat

Author: Jerome K. Jerome
Pages: 361