Monday, 29 February 2016

Reading is a strange hobby



Reading is a strange hobby / past time. 

You are basically taking words, simple things and deriving enjoyment from them.

Stories themselves have power, they are alive and we the readers are their transmitting vector.

Kind of like a pathogen … I know that sounds very heavy.

But stories are alive, we read them then pass them on to others or tell them to others. They change and grow or subtract in the retelling. There are authors who have brought out different editions of their works.
Edition one;
Author’s edition;
Special edition;
Anniversary edition;

 

And it can go on.

So stories are alive and they have very real power.

Stories move people, cause them to cry when they reach a revelation or a specific character dies. When a villain or character is written to the point where a reader truly dislikes said character (see GRR Martin’s King Joffrey in Game of Thrones).
Or characters we like no matter their affiliation or moral compass, they become lovable rogues or villainous characters we agree with even if their methods are extreme (RA Salvatore’s Jarlaxle character is seen as one of the best rogues in the Forgotten Realms setting).

Another aspect that is also strange is the power of the reader’s imagination on what they are reading.

Film gives a viewer a definitive and subjective view of a character or world. So what you see is what you get. The fluid world becomes concrete and fixed.
But an author will often give a description of a character or setting and the reader makes an image in their own mind.
A good example is Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time, his one character is described as tall with red hair but both me and a fellow reader saw her as having black hair. It just happened to be how he wrote her, we did not see her having red hair.
At the same time you can also see the opposite when readers discuss the same book.
Characters become alive and different – this reader sees tall with long hair, that one sees medium height with shoulder length. Faces change, the characters morph and become malleable clay figurines. The world becomes different and personal to each reader.

Therein lies part of the magic of reading, the book now becomes personal to the reader, they receive the message intended for them through their own subjectivity.

I am not complaining about this facet, just merely stating its existence.

Though there is also a down side to this phenomenon.   
Readers can put in meaning and personalities not there.

There is a well know story of a South African poet who was part of a lecture and the students started asking how his traffic light went red in the poem and it represented the violence and bloodshed that was happening in the country at that time. He simply said that no the traffic light simply happened to be red when he got there.

Non-fiction books are also good things to read but they are influenced by ‘real’ (as real as the author remembers when writing) and concrete events. The image is influenced by the real world a person experiences.

Fiction is different, the reader has to suspend the real world for a short while and create the fantastic.

So yes, keep reading. Keep those stories alive and help them grow.