A few days ago, my writing cousin and friend Paul Bishop linked to an article about the growing trend of young writers who don’t like to read. Say what?
It has always seemed obvious to me that reading comes first. For me it certainly did. I fell in love with books as a child. When I was quite young I realized that I wanted to not just read books, but write them as well. I was also convinced that the best way to learn the craft of writing was to read widely and voraciously. I learned what worked to hold my interest, to make my heart beat faster, and what gave me a sated feeling of contentment.
The time required to lose myself in a book is at a premium these days. Many things vie for my attention and steal my time. There is a yearning in my heart for that good-old solitude, the luxury of time to lose myself in other worlds presented in books.
A disconnect exists between my longing and the fast-paced technological existence of today. We’re on a course into uncharted lands, where stories are told in tweets and symbols. Youth seem to loathe time they spend alone with themselves, or in genuine face-to-face conversation.
I don’t understand the young ones any more than they understand me, and that is a sad fact. But it doesn’t mean my experiences and values are meaningless. I cling to my cherished books, realizing that those I have spent time reading have shaped the course of my life this past year, as they have every year.
I’d like to share a few notable reading experiences as the first days of 2018 unfold, books that were my companions through the tumultuous times of 2017. It is particularly satisfying to note that I actually know and respect many of the authors of those books. Other books were recommended by friends. I did read a few that I will not recommend, some written by very young writers that were ripe with spelling and grammatical errors. If only those young writers would just read a few really good books. . .
The first reviews will be shared tomorrow. Up next: Jim Potter’s Taking Back the Bullet.
2 thoughts on “Book Journeys of 2017”
If we live long enough, just maybe, we’ll see something like this:
“Guess what?” asked the young boy as he entered his friend’s house, immediately surrounded by others, all with their heads down, thumbing through their electronic devices.
No one answered or looked up.
“Hey! Look up!” the boy yelled as he held up a paperback book. “I’ve made a great discovery!”
“Discovered what?” asked a girl about his age.
“I read this book and the story’s exciting! I want to read more!”
The girl hesitated. While the others in the room bowed their heads and resumed their silent electronic posture, she glanced at her phone and then made a decision. Looking directly at the boy, she asked, “What’s the story about?”
Wouldn’t that be great!