Notes and queries
Well, Alan Bennet has certainly got us all thinking and I think that’s because he’s talking about reading itself – that’s where our musings seem to congregate, rather than about the Queen. As most of you know I’m not on Broadband so have to read your blogs and then write my responses off line which means they are rather random and inexact – please excuse this. Even if I were on-line I wouldn’t know the answer to Pella’s query about commonwealth vs republic and I note no-one else has jumped in here. I do agree with Helen that loving reading and needing to write are two different entities, but don’t remember him actually saying that as such? (And by the way Helen, please don’t bother to send Elsewhere back – you can as easily put it in a charity shop as I, unless Emily wants it for renewed encouragement?)
I thinks the comments that intrigue me the most, following on from Sue’s blog, is just why we do or don’t read fiction. Like Sue, I can’t imagine not, though neither my father nor my husband did/do. David is even more puzzling because he used to, and then stopped! I follow my mother in this, and wonder if she, like me, did it to be transported to somewhere else – time, place, circumstance - where one would never otherwise be able to go. But as regular readers know, that is not enough if the writing isn’t good in itself – so that is a second, though prerequisite, joy. No surprise then that AB scored so highly. And yes Sue, I do think reading leads to more empathy (at least in me): the image that immediately springs to my mind comes from Haddon’s Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nightime where the Asperger’s lad is curled up on the luggage rack of the train, to try to cope with the experience of travelling in a crowd. I felt, after reading this book, that I would be more understanding of this condition and of lads curled in luggage racks. And surely some of the best books are those which can manipulate your empathy and make you sympathise with unsympathetic characters. I first came across this in my teens when reading Gone With The Wind and finding myself rooting for the Klu Klux Klan – though even at that age I was fanatically anti-racist and reasonably well informed on these issues (through reading…)
Hopefully we’ll all be into The Earth Hums by the 28th Nov and can rattle that round over lunch – unless we all hate it in which case we can return to AB.
I thinks the comments that intrigue me the most, following on from Sue’s blog, is just why we do or don’t read fiction. Like Sue, I can’t imagine not, though neither my father nor my husband did/do. David is even more puzzling because he used to, and then stopped! I follow my mother in this, and wonder if she, like me, did it to be transported to somewhere else – time, place, circumstance - where one would never otherwise be able to go. But as regular readers know, that is not enough if the writing isn’t good in itself – so that is a second, though prerequisite, joy. No surprise then that AB scored so highly. And yes Sue, I do think reading leads to more empathy (at least in me): the image that immediately springs to my mind comes from Haddon’s Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nightime where the Asperger’s lad is curled up on the luggage rack of the train, to try to cope with the experience of travelling in a crowd. I felt, after reading this book, that I would be more understanding of this condition and of lads curled in luggage racks. And surely some of the best books are those which can manipulate your empathy and make you sympathise with unsympathetic characters. I first came across this in my teens when reading Gone With The Wind and finding myself rooting for the Klu Klux Klan – though even at that age I was fanatically anti-racist and reasonably well informed on these issues (through reading…)
Hopefully we’ll all be into The Earth Hums by the 28th Nov and can rattle that round over lunch – unless we all hate it in which case we can return to AB.
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