I am what you might call...a traditionalist.
I want my architecture borderline ancient,
my neighborhood infused with quirky history,
my last name changed [eventually],
and my literature presented on pages, not a screen.
My current tome of choice is David Foster Wallace's magnum opus, Infinite Jest. Now,
I am not sure if I just have one of those faces you can't help but bother while
it's deeply engrossed in belles-lettres
or if the 1,079-page, footnote laden, encyclopedic text really is that
marvelous to behold, but I cannot tell you how many people, while on my morning
commute, have approached me about investing in an e-reader.
At first, the consistent interruption while reading an
already complex novel was purely bothersome. But as the comments continued, it
became a reluctant game I would play called: Let's See How Many People Say Something Today...
Yesterday morning, while boarding the T, one individual told
me he had received Infinite Jest, a few months ago, as a gift and [noticing
the placement of my bookmark] wanted to know if I had any tips for getting
through it.
I realized then, that for a self-professed bibliophile [and
teacher!], my reaction to this whole
please-stop-bothering-me-during-the-few-moments-I-have-to-myself-to-read-in-peace-haven't-you-ever-seen-a-big-book-before
thing was all wrong.
The fact remains, that whether donning scrubs, a business
suit, a grocer nametag, baggy pants, active wear, or a T-driver's uniform, not
one person asked me why I would read
a book of that size voluntarily, they simply questioned the most efficient way
to do so. They were intrigued, moved to say something, and [dear God] it was literature itself that
got complete strangers talking.
I did my best to convince him that if you could just muscle
your way through to page 223, you won't want to put it down. ..And suddenly we
were engaged in a discourse over preconceived literary notions. When did recreational texts become
synonymous with relaxation and auto-pilot reading? Why aren't cognitive challenges valued outside of a space where you can
receive a grade for it?
Spark Note Version:
Nerd-alert/Bookworm Heaven
We are not meant to live in isolation. Even a solitary event
like reading is a measured and calculated social interaction between you and
the author. At times, we simply need to take a step back from our planned
personal moments and realize that perhaps
this moment is the one in which we were meant to engage. If the works of art we so enjoy were destined
to live in a desolate vacuum, they never would have been created in the first
place.
Life [like art] is not about detachment, it is not about how many
trolley stops we can get through before the next person interrupts our myopic
views of how this specific instant should
play out. It’s about discovery; it is the knowledge that you are not the
first [and you will certainly not be the last] individual to appreciate this
text. And that the more you engage others, the more you become the reason this
piece of art will never be extinguished.
Wordsmiths and logophiles unite,
~carter