Please join me in welcoming Brian Joseph to A Night's Dream of Books!!
His blog, Babbling Books,
presents fascinating posts on
literary fiction, as well as
nonfiction genres like history
and biography!
I hereby present Brian's thoughts on books,
which you can also find on his blog,
HERE.
I am currently reading Our Mutual Friend, by Charles Dickens. I came across the following quotation.
"No one who can read, ever looks at a book, even unopened on a shelf, like one who cannot."
Now this brings back memories and feelings of when I was very young. It was a time when I was able to read but not yet ready for long and complicated adult books. I stared at bookshelves in awe. Beefy tomes seemed a wonder to me. I think that I was on the cusp of the situation described in the above quotation, able to read sentences, simple paragraphs, maybe even short children's books, but the big adult books were still out of my reach. Even then, there was an insatiable curiosity. There was a strong mystique to these objects called books. How could one collect so much knowledge between two covers? How could anyone absorb such voluminous, intricate detail?
Later, I did begin to read history books. For fiction, I began to devour what at the time I described as "serious science fiction". Later still, this was not enough. There were other literary works beyond the science fiction genre that were just as important to explore, if not more so. Of course, reading critically was an important early lesson. As brilliant as some of the minds behind some of these works were, I knew that I needed to really look hard at their ideas. Many of the messages in the early fiction that I read seemed incongruous with each other, as well as with what seemed true about life and with existence. Early religious instruction with its accompanying Bible readings also had an impact. Here was a combination of works that, even at the time, I sensed were immensely important. They reached into culture, morality, and human emotion. I grasped some of their aesthetic beauty. These texts were filled with ideas, but I saw that these were a mix of good, in-between, and bad ideas. Despite what so many others were telling me, as profound as these writings were, I concluded that they were not the definitive word on morality or the reality of existence. The same proved true of the ideas presented in many other books.
Throughout much of my early youth, I imagined the perfect adult who was constantly reading books of all types and taking in the collective knowledge of humanity. I think that this idealized grown-up helped shape me into the reader that I am today.
Sometimes, the sight of a book, even a book that I believe or know to be really good, seems very mundane or commonplace. At other times, I take another look, and I once again feel the wonder and awe at just how much thought and beauty is contained within that very small space between two covers.
I'd like to thank Brian for this interesting post,
as well as for allowing me to present it here
on my blog!
I'd love to get your comments on
this post, which I really enjoyed
bringing to you!
What did you think of it?
