Sunday, August 23, 2009
Why read to write?
These days I feel like I have been writing my own stories. If you read the margins of my books you will find a whole other book. I call it "Alaina's View." I have to take every bit of barely symbolic language and make it into some fantastic, insightful literary masterpiece of thought process. When I read novels on my own, I never write in them. I find it oddly insulting to the writer. I feel like I scar the pages with my own personal views of an authors ideas. We take every book and massacre it. I remember nearly every section and with all my markings, I can find whatever part I want in a novel in warp speed. There is no sacredness in this type of reading and writing. When I read Harry Potter, I find something new and interesting every time I read through the novels. Do you want to know why? because just reading and letting it flow through your mind like an assembly line of thought makes for a more interesting experience that you can do over and over again. If I take every paragraph and ravish it with my ideas and opinions, why ever read it again? You create so much of an idea for the novel that you miss the novel completely. Reading has been made into a personal thing. If you read like we read, we all have the same opinion. there are rules you've given us for reading and now we all read the same way. We have to linger on every passage, not just the ones we enjoy. We know what is going to happen before it does. Why would you enjoy living life if you already knew what was going to happen? We cannot appreciate it as a whole because we read every paragraph individually, the endless search for "meaning." Everybody likes to tell a good story. And everybody likes to hear a good one. You don't see me over here putting hidden crap in my stories because it will "make them better." Because it doesn't, and I don't think authors actually do it on purpose unless they seriously have no lives. And I am so tired of reading depressing stories. I live in a world where people die every day. We all sin everyday. We all feel the weight of the world on our shoulders. No wonder kids are so messed up, all we ever do is read depressing stories and predict the depressing stuff that is going to happen and then OVER ANALYZE the depressing stuff we find. The feeling we get from books, the bond, the enjoyment: slaughtered. And what for? I certainly do not know. A world has been created where we will never really understand the literature we are made to read. Only the weird stuff we find in it. I am not an author, and I'm tired of being made into one. I had a bad weekend, so I made an angry blog. Maybe next week I'll praise annotations :)
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