Posts tagged "reading"
"In my experience at least, to dismiss genre fiction as escapism is to seriously under-think what happens when someone opens a genre novel. According to the escapist theory, people read genre fiction to leave behind the cares and sorrows of reality — a genre novel is, in Krystal’s words, “a narrative cocktail that helps us temporarily forget the narratives of our own humdrum lives.” It’s like we’re sucking on a literary pacifier: genre readers “simply want the comfort of a familiar voice recounting a story they that they hadn’t quite heard before.” Calgon, take me away! (Old-person humor.)

Personally I don’t think it’s anywhere near that simple. If that’s true, then what kind of escape do you find in George R.R. Martin’s Westeros? Or in the grim, rain-soaked Britain of Kate Atkinson? Or in Suzanne Collins’ brutal, subjugated Panem? What kind of cocktails are those? They make you forget your own problems, sure, but they replace them with a whole new set of problems, even more dire (hopefully) than the ones you left behind.

There’s more than escapism going on here. Why do we seek out these hard places for our fantasy vacations? Because on some level, we recognize and claim those disasters as our own. We seek out hard places precisely because our lives are hard. When you read genre fiction, you leave behind the problems of reality — but only to re-encounter those problems in transfigured form, in an unfamiliar guise, one that helps you understand them more completely, and feel them more deeply. Genre fiction isn’t just generic pap. You don’t read it to escape your problems, you read it to find a new way to come to terms with them.

Krystal also dwells quite a bit on the quality of the writing in genre novels: “the prose may be uneven,” he writes, “and the observations about life and society predictable.” And so on. Again, I don’t quite agree. I would argue that what he’s describing there isn’t genre fiction. What he’s describing sounds more like shitty genre fiction. The writing in good genre fiction is not at all uneven. It’s not easy to find a sentence out of place in Tana French, or to find a work of literary fiction that sparks and snaps at you like Neal Stephenson’s Snow Crash. God knows there’s plenty of bad writing in literary fiction, too, but Krystal never talks about that. The badness tends to be a different kind of badness — slow, earnest, lugubrious prose, or too-clever and self-conscious prose — but bad it nonetheless is. You wouldn’t want to judge literary fiction on the basis of its mediocrities. So why judge genre fiction that way?"

Lev Grossman, Literary Revolution in the Supermarket Aisle: Genre Fiction Is Disruptive Technology. How science fiction, fantasy, romance, mysteries and all the rest will take over the world (via relatedworlds)

You don’t read it to escape your problems, you read it to find a new way to come to terms with them.”

amandaonwriting:

Elmore Leonard’s Writing Advice

amandaonwriting:

Elmore Leonard’s Writing Advice

(vía teachingliteracy)

"One of the things I have heard quite a lot recently is this: there is a crisis in boys’ reading. Specifically, I hear that there is a demand—nay, an urgent need!—for male authors and boy books. … Whenever I hear this idea of a crisis in boys’ books, I grow a little woozy. Let me explain why. …

When I was growing up, to have a semester, or even a year, of literature classes featuring all male authors was simply taking English class. Taking a semester-long (I never saw a year’s worth) class featuring only female writers was the highly specialized stuff of the Women’s Studies department, or a high-level elective in the English department, one that often counted toward core classes in the social sciences. (Because it wasn’t just literature—it was a specialized demographic.) I never took one. My college reading was 90% male. I would have said 95% male, but I had to read the Bible and many ancient myths, and to be fair, we don’t know who wrote those (but it was probably men).

In high school, I took four years of English, including advanced classes. I can only remember reading two works by women in all of high school, and they were both poems. One was by Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672) and the other by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886). And I went to an all-girls school, where catering to the reading tastes and styles of boys wasn’t even an issue.

Later, my reading lists were full of people like Norman Mailer, Phillip Roth, David Mamet, and John Updike. Which is fine and good, I guess, but do you know how much I read about aging men and their penises and their lust for younger women and their hatred of their castrating wives? I read enough stories about male writing professors having midlife crises and lusting after young students to last me seven lifetimes. Can you imagine the reverse? Can you imagine classes in which guys read nothing but Germaine Greer, Eve Ensler, and Caryl Churchill? Can you imagine whole semesters of reading about vaginas? Again, I mean outside of a specialized class in women’s literature or anything about the human reproductive system. I seriously doubt you can. …

All I would ask you to consider is the fact that as a female writer, I was raised on a steady and unvaried diet of male writers. I read about impotence before I knew what menopause was. I saw the inner workings of boys’ schools/camps and their misery. Even when I read about women, I read it from a male hand. … The narrators I loved, the heroes I admired … all men.

I’m not saying that we shouldn’t be working harder to improve boys’ literacy. Quite the opposite. I’m suggesting is that in doing so, consider the many female authors and readers of today, and think about how we grew up—and frankly, how female readers are still growing up. You can’t turn a blind eye to the basic reality that 50% (or more) of the school population is still getting a steady diet of male authors, even though an astounding variety of women are writing books of extraordinary quality. And it is certainly not the case that we are running out of male authors. That concept is demeaning to everyone. …

I suggest that perhaps what we ought to consider is the presentation and the representation of the female author, because—and I speak from hard experience here—a female author is simply marketed and presented differently. From the color and tone of the cover, to the review coverage, to the placement, to the back cover copy, to the general perceptions of female issues. … Perhaps we still need to consider the fact that female stories are consistently undervalued, labeled as “commercial,” “light,” “fluffy,” and “breezy,” even if they are about the very same topics that a man might write about."
Maureen Johnson (via relatedworlds)

alwaysanoriginal:

You know those book hangovers when you wake up in the morning after finishing the book the night before and the FIRST thing you think about is the book, and then you have all these feelings still and you don’t know what to do with them, and no one around understands, and it feels like reality is still moving around you but you’re stuck in that book hangover and still cannot make yourself care about anything in the real world because FEELINGS.

(vía mooglets)

easterparades:

A REQUIEM FOR VILLAINOUS QUEENS
ZIP
lady macbethyou say this is a game so take your place, then you set the mask upon your face, my silhouette in the air you trace, and the dagger performs with a start mirah / the knife thrower 
evil queen of snow whiteshe learned it from a book, suitors approach, receive dirty looks. calling on her for good or grief. these types of fool who beg and never readhorse feathers / rude to rile
morgan le fay“what say you good people?” (guilty, guilty, guilty) “i am responsible for your actions.” “wake the witch.”kate bush / waking the witch
cersei lannisterbeautiful, alone with my enemy, and share a bitter cup of poisoning, my countenance, to see his face in mine, and follow every line back to my enemyjesca hoop / enemy 
marisa coultershe damned if she do, she damned if she don’t, if history hang hang hangs her well, her memory won’t…and i am no stranger to the strange, and all his ways, what could be stranger, than to be stuck outside your cagethe kills / damned if she do
 marguerite d’anjouis your armour thin again? do i want to wear it down? am i worthy to come in? do you want to be found?charlotte martin / your armour
attolia irenethere is a light in my lady’s house, and there’s none but some falling rain, this like a spoken word, she is more than her thousand names. no hands are half as gentle, or as firm as they like to be, thank god you see me the way you do, strange as you are to me.iron & wine / my lady’s house
atia of the juliiknow myself, well oh hell, prissy queen, iron bars, iron heart, everything…more alive than you’ve ever beenyeah yeah yeahs / dull life
lucrezia borgiaread to me again, about the king who took his daughter to the feast. tell me how she lifted up her veils and laid them at his feet. execution in her eyes, she pointed to her prize, and said, “i want him to be mine.” and everyone knew the man was going to lose his head tonight. emmy the great / bad things coming, we are safe
regina millsi could tell you stories like the past was dead and gone, but i know nothing changes in this world, everyday the muezzin calls, sun comes up and baghdad falls.anais mitchell / before the eyes of storytelling girls
bastard guineverethe day i go to war, i won’t be there tomorrow, the days i go to war, i won’t be there, i won’t be there, story of the night shows itself, go to sleep, they are not to see this. zola jesus / shivers 

easterparades:

A REQUIEM FOR VILLAINOUS QUEENS

ZIP

lady macbeth
you say this is a game so take your place, then you set the mask upon your face, my silhouette in the air you trace, and the dagger performs with a start 
mirah / the knife thrower 

evil queen of snow white
she learned it from a book, suitors approach, receive dirty looks. calling on her for good or grief. these types of fool who beg and never read
horse feathers / rude to rile

morgan le fay
“what say you good people?” (guilty, guilty, guilty) “i am responsible for your actions.” “wake the witch.”
kate bush / waking the witch

cersei lannister
beautiful, alone with my enemy, and share a bitter cup of poisoning, my countenance, to see his face in mine, and follow every line back to my enemy
jesca hoop / enemy 

marisa coulter
she damned if she do, she damned if she don’t, if history hang hang hangs her well, her memory won’t…and i am no stranger to the strange, and all his ways, what could be stranger, than to be stuck outside your cage
the kills / damned if she do

 marguerite d’anjou
is your armour thin again? do i want to wear it down? am i worthy to come in? do you want to be found?
charlotte martin / your armour

attolia irene
there is a light in my lady’s house, and there’s none but some falling rain, this like a spoken word, she is more than her thousand names. no hands are half as gentle, or as firm as they like to be, thank god you see me the way you do, strange as you are to me.
iron & wine / my lady’s house

atia of the julii
know myself, well oh hell, prissy queen, iron bars, iron heart, everything…more alive than you’ve ever been
yeah yeah yeahs / dull life

lucrezia borgia
read to me again, about the king who took his daughter to the feast. tell me how she lifted up her veils and laid them at his feet. execution in her eyes, she pointed to her prize, and said, “i want him to be mine.” and everyone knew the man was going to lose his head tonight.
emmy the great / bad things coming, we are safe

regina mills
i could tell you stories like the past was dead and gone, but i know nothing changes in this world, everyday the muezzin calls, sun comes up and baghdad falls.
anais mitchell / before the eyes of storytelling girls

bastard guinevere
the day i go to war, i won’t be there tomorrow, the days i go to war, i won’t be there, i won’t be there, story of the night shows itself, go to sleep, they are not to see this. 
zola jesus / shivers 

(Fuente: sunneinsplendour, vía sairobee)

"The eBook isn’t about winning or losing. It’s about an ‘exploration,’ and experience, rather like a pop-up book. What many publishers are doing wrong at the moment is just copying printed picturebooks on to this format, which does both media a disservice. It’s just like looking at a PDF. Children will simply flick through. A printed picturebook is a particular kind of physical experience that can be savored and revisited. The eBook needs to exploit its own particular characteristics and strengths to evolve as similarly special but distinct experience."

children’s book illustrator Jon Skuse (via ebookporn)

Years ago when I first learned about eBooks, like actual devices for more than just reading digitized manuscripts, my first thought was over the wonderful Flash-like exploration pop-up books you could create. Kind of like computer games but with a lot more words and the lack of you as the main character.

(Fuente: brainpickings.org, vía teachingliteracy)

"Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape."
— Terry Pratchett (Hogfather)

(Fuente: humingyay, vía euclasedeac)

bookspaperscissors:

Walking Library & Tower of Books, YuniNona

(vía teachingliteracy)

"Of all the unexpected things in contemporary literature, this is among the oddest: that kids have an inordinate appetite for very long, very tricky, very strange books about places that don’t exist."
— Adam Gopnik (via prettybooks)

(Fuente: newyorker.com, vía teachingliteracy)

teachingliteracy:

and a good book.

teachingliteracy:

and a good book.

(Fuente: dinoquintana, vía teachingliteracy)

"‘Do you really like to read that much?’ she asked… I looked at her as if she had asked me if I loved music, or bread and salted butter, or ripe fruit in the summertime. ‘Don’t get me wrong,’ she said. ‘I like to read too. But I don’t tell anyone.’ At last, I thought, someone who speaks the truth. I asked her why she didn’t tell anyone… ‘People who read are hiders. They hide who they are. People who hide don’t always like who they are.’"
Call Me By Your Name by André Aciman (via petalsquotesandthorns)

(vía teachingliteracy)

"When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does"
— Kathleen Kelly in ‘You’ve got mail’ (via pennyrguez)

(vía rachellgmh)