So, if you guys can remember, I did a post last week about Literature and my frustration with its definition. Specifically, my big problem with judging judgers who judge other people for reading what they like to read (as opposed to reading “real” books). Please.
It even inspired Laura Ritchie to write about literary bullying on her blog. Not long after that, I found a post by Amanda, pointing out that “Literary is just another word for asshole.” (Given recent experience, I’m inclined to agree.)
This week, I saw an opinion post on one of my favorite sites expressing dislike for the term “serious reader” and its connotations. If even Dr. B on BookRiot (who has a DOCTORATE in “serious reading”) is pointing out that there’s something wrong with the way reading is approached by the “academics”, then it’s probably something that a lot of people have been talking about lately. Maybe it’s really a cause for concern.
Maybe instead of focusing on WHAT to read, we should try to pay attention to HOW we read and WHY we read. Reading is, after all, a way of understanding the world.
Much besides, forcing a book, poem, or essay on people “because it’s better than that trash they’re reading” is one surefire way of alienating people from the wonders of a really good piece of text. And nothing is more horrible than that.
At this point, I’d like to thank my Daddy for inspiring and encouraging my (occasionally unhealthy) reading habits. It made reading and learning a whole lot of fun.