My reasons for reading are as varied
as the things that I read. I read to learn; I also read not to learn. I read to escape; I read
not to escape. A favorite reading material for me is the “how-to” book or
article: how to replace a toilet valve assembly, wire a 3-pole outlet, build a
treehouse, make a woodcut, throw a boomerang. Most recently, I wanted my apple
tree to produce more apples, so I have looked up how to control apple scab,
codling moths, watercore, flyspeck, and sooty blotch. Who knew there were
so many afflictions on apple trees? There is so much out there to discover.
Stargazing, tree identification, orienteering, building a duct-tape wallet: the
sky’s the limit! I have to try to corral my sometimes wandering attention.
But I also read not to learn; I want
to lose myself in a good story. The latest adult fiction I read was The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker. I loved the
combination of magical realism, supernatural elements, historical fiction, and
suspense. Run by Ann Patchett was an improbable but
fascinating story of families intersecting in the wake of a car accident. The
author made the girl protagonist so real I felt I had known her for years. I
did not learn any specific things in these stories. I just experienced the pull
and the joy of a good story.
I do like to escape from day-to-day
work and routines into something that is just pure fun: comedy by P.G.
Wodehouse or Dave Barry, or I read with my kids from their books. When they
were younger, it was Peter in
Blueberry Land, Pippi
Longstocking, the Mercy Watson books. Now it is The Golden Compass, Black Duck, Divergent. Great kids’ books
have propulsive and intricate plots, humor, devious antagonists, difficult
choices, bad things happening to good people, and lots of opportunities to
infer what is going to happen and explain how things work. It’s like they make
parenting easy for you because they raise all the important issues.
Since I feel privileged to live in
this marvelous and uncertain world, I also like not to escape. I like to read books that
challenge my understanding of why people treat each other as they do: The Journey of Crazy Horse, Hitler’s Willing Executioners, The Mayflower. It is often
harsh and difficult nonfiction that paints an unflattering picture of human
behavior and challenges my sometimes naïve assumptions about who we are and why
we do what we do.
I am not a fast reader. My wife will
get through three books in the time it takes me to read one. Sometimes I feel a
kinship with Moses because it was he who complained to God “I am slow of
speech, and of a slow tongue.” God, of course, told Moses “tough bananas” (I’m
paraphrasing). So I also keep toiling along at my slow pace and take pleasure
in reading deeply, if not quickly. I think it makes me appreciate what I have
read even more, since it took a fair chunk of time to get through it.
All in all, I read to do new things, to feel competent, to experience the world, to make something beautiful, and to understand a little more of this exquisite world and its people and creatures.
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