A short post before I go back to my book. I’m less than seventy pages from the end and it’s too difficult to put down for long. Stay tuned tomorrow for my post about “The Prague Cemetery.”
I was having a conversation with one of my favorite people last night about books, reading, and thinking. It was actually an extension of a conversation that we had begun several days ago, when we were talking about how certain books, “open” texts, by involving the reader as an active participant, spark higher levels of thinking. Clearly, not all texts have that ability, but the good ones do, both fiction and non. They awaken and excite our intellects, often carrying our minds well beyond the texts themselves. We also acknowledged that other forms of art and entertainment have this same quality, or this same potential. Film, art, architecture, music, even television can potentially be thought-provoking, provocative, and engaging.
But let’s face it, the majority of films (the sequel/prequel/remake movies that Hollywood seems to churn out by the dozens these days), and to a greater extent television (Jersey Shore? The Real World? Real Housewives of -fill in the name of a city here-?) seems to be crafted for the specific purpose being an antidote to deep thought, just like the feminist critique of pornography, Jersey Shore is most certainly “antithetical to thinking.”
So consider this a public service announcement on a day when I’m too busy reading to write a proper post. Don’t let your books be the ones jumping to their doom.