Do
you know what I like best about reading some books?
I
like reading a book and getting smacked across the face and feeling
my intellect's blood take one under the jaw and stagger back a few
paces. I like being thrashed by another woman's writing or ground
under the heel of the prose of an uncommon man.
I
don't usually read new books for comfort.
I
know that sounds odd, but when I read a book for coziness's sake, it
is bound to be a book whose topography is as well-known to me as the
lay of light across my front yard.
When
I read for reading's sake, I want to be left reeling.
The
odd thing about being a writer and a reader simultaneously is that my
approach to those seeming twins are at completely opposite poles. I
believe that many of you assume that because I write light, “cat's
paw prose” as Jenny Freitag has called it, I read nothing but
A.A. Milne and P.G. Wodehouse. While those authors are certainly kin
to my heart, my reading tastes stray far from my own territory. In fact, I love reading books written in styles I cannot possibly emulate. I like admiring something from afar and giving it a two-fingered salute with my heart in the gesture.
The
truth is, I hate twaddle. I cannot tell you the number of times I
have picked up a book and been disgusted a few chapters in by the
sheer idiocy of the writing. This is literature? This is what passes
the slush pile and captures an agent's fancy and eventually crosses a
publisher's desk and is finally thrown at several editors for several
months before going to print? This rattle-trap affair with a big
publisher's name tacked to the spine has actually been turned out to
the public with a runny nose, missing half its buttons and wearing
its shoes backward? If I was interested in reading half the stuff
published, I am certain I would begin first in files from my earliest
writing. Surely I could find something more to the cheap taste in my
own early work?
To
be forthright, the one reason that I have not gone on board with one
of those “Advance Reader For Zondervan” programs is because I
have a horror of being thrown a terrible book and feeling obliged to
read and review it. In the words of the irrepressible Sweet Brown:
“Ain't nobody got time fo' dat.”
I
have a limited amount of free-time for reading and I like to know
that my brain is striding forward in a pair of tall-boots, striving
to conquer areas of the world it has not yet subdued. I enjoy
attacking subjects of which I know little, authors of whom I've read
nothing, and novels that make me feel equal parts worm-small and
Plenilune-strong. I graduated from high-school several years ago and
opted not to to attend college and instead focus on improving my
writing and continuing to independently educate myself as I did all
the way up. I took on the responsibility of continuing my education.
No college professors are going to be cramming Nietzsche and Tolstoy
down my throat. No one is forcing me to read anything. Because of
that I refuse to spend the coinage of my time on books I will forget
about in a week.
But
while standards are a precious thing, I am conscious of making an
effort not to become a snob. It would be easy for me to become
snobbish because I really do have good taste. I don't say that to be
a hoighty-toighty miss, but as a fact. I was raised on real
literature, my tastes run toward real literature, and I feel that by
now I have a sort of gauge engrained in my mind that is constantly
holding up one book and comparing it to another. Suzannah Rowntree,
blogger at VintageNovels, contacted me about reviewing Fly
Away Home during a
home-educated authors week on the blog. I laughed at one line in her
email:
I [will] read your book and write an honest review. I want to help out fellow home educators here, so I won't be trying to be picky, but, fair warning: I will be holding your book to the same standards I apply to Jane Austen, CS Lewis, or Robert Louis Stevenson, which include technical excellence and discerning worldview.
That
stipulation does not bother me because that is the standard to which
I hold whatever I read. That means that modern classics,
indie-published novels, even old classics … whatever I read is
tossed up against my idea of a good book and I hope desperately to
find something that sends me reeling. So this year I have branched
out a little, accepted a couple of novels for review, and purposely
slipped some indie-published fiction into my reading stack. Some
titles have surprised me with their depth or charm, others have
disappointed me with their failure to come up to my standards. And
then, of course, we have unarguably great books that I hold fiercely
to my chest and cuddle, daring the world to present more like them.
To illustrate this adventurous reading stack, I've given you my 2014
So Far list:
Outcasts
by Jill Williamson
The
Red House Mystery by A.A. Milne
Hood
by Stephen Lawhead
Orthodoxy
by G.K. Chesterton
Cyrano
de Bergerac by Edmund Rostand
Forget-Me-Nots
by Amber Stokes
Scarlet
by Stephen Lawhead
On
Distant Shores by Sarah Sundin
Once
on a Time by A.A. Milne
The
Grand Sophy by Georgette Heyer
Duty
by Rachel Rossano
Dietrich
Bonhoeffer by Eric Metaxas
Violets
are Blue by Elizabeth Rose
Tuck
by Stephen Lawhead
Regency
Buck by Georgette Heyer
Captains
Courageous by Rudyard Kipling
Steal
Like an Artist by Austin Kleon
Only
a Novel by Amy Dashwood
Plenilune
by Jennifer Freitag
I
am blessed. I have been roundly kicked in the gut by many of these
titles, the most recent of which is Plenilune. Please don't
attack me for having got Advance Reading for that one. I swear she
offered it herself and I didn't even beg. All I am going to say is this: the world had better
brace itself; the De la Mares are coming. Sheeh,
but they're coming.
… wow
… don't really know what else to say. Plenilune
is still clogging my mind. It was that, really, that sent a blow
crashing to my temple that is still causing my ears to ring almost a full twenty-four hours after I finished it. Faith,
but I love a good brawling-book. <3
6 comments:
Ah! I know what you mean...about a book that sends you reeling. It's like...well, for me it's like I have no idea what the author is talking about, but I know it's deep and important. Even if I don't agree with it, the author has something to say and I'd better listen.
And I recognize some of those authors! G.K. Chesterton is a personal favorite of mine. The Ballad of the White Horse is my favorite book ever.
I must admit, I have terribly cheap taste. I mean, I read and enjoy the old classics, but I do enjoy picking up a chick-lit book. (And reading fanfiction. Fanfiction is a guilty pleasure of mine. Let's be real though...some fanfics are better written than many publicized books.)
But they can get old and terrible quickly...I've learned when checking out chick-lit from the library that it's important to get many different ones, for most will prove too terrible to continue.
...huh. I guess I do know what you're talking about more than I thought I did.
Anyway, if you're looking for a book to give you a "roundhouse kick in the gut," try Ender's Game if you haven't already. Set in a futuristic, militaristic, government-controlled society, it deals prominently with the theme of manipulation. (theme isn't the right word, though, but I forget the other one) It is very interesting and really makes you think.
Also, one day or other I think I might research book suggestions and perhaps put some on my List. :)
I kind of have mixed feelings on this one- I mean, I'm not denying you have a point. Really, there are people out there who have NO business being published. At all.
But I've also discovered -when it comes to Christian fiction- that a lot of people see their work as their "ministry" and I feel bad bashing a book that, though perhaps not well-written, is God-honoring and might introduce them to the Gospel(although in all honestly there is sadly few of those in the Christian market as well...at least, books that *I* think are godly and not completely ridiculous overly-romantic, sensual nonsense).
So when I review Christian fiction, and I've got one that's not that great, I always try to point out at least *one* good thing they have going for it.
And sometimes I do like an "easy" read such as a chick-lit novel...but I've quickly learned not to read so much of them. For a long time I read so many Christian historical romance books I kind of feel like it dulled my literary senses for a while. Now I've expanded my horizons into different genres...and I don't read quite so much of it :)
Anyway, a thought-provoking post with some good points. Nowadays pretty much anyone can get published (even me, haha) so it means we're exposed to so many more books- it's always a little hard to find the good ones.
Spork, thanks for the book recommendation! :)
Spork & Hayden, I think I accidentally came across as reading only deep heavy books. Great Scot! I do read for pleasure, but it is generally a book I have on pretty good authority will be wonderful. I am certainly not above the enjoyment of a fluffy book...it just must be well-written fluff. ;)
"In fact, I love reading books written in styles I cannot possibly emulate. I like admiring something from afar and giving it a two-fingered salute with my heart in the gesture."
That's how I feel about most of the books I read. I absolutely love the way you put it.
Wow. This perfectly sums up how I feel about reading. Loved this article, Rachel! Do you mind if I quote it in a piece I'm writing for my blog?
Sara: not at all! I love sharing my thoughts and look forward to hearing yours.
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