Competing With Movies – Why Books Still Matter

In the last couple of weeks I’ve had the chance to see some popular films, The Hunger Games and Sherlock Holmes, A Game Of Shadows.  Fun stuff! In a couple of hours I was taken to different places than I would have ever imagined and saw some incredible movie effects that just can’t be replicated in a book.

Wait!

Am I making an argument that the movie is better than the book? Eh gad!  Wash my mouth out with soap!  I am a writer, and I am supposed to think of books as the pinnacle of entertainment, personal development and the next best thing to sliced bread. How can I speak such blasphemy?

I can speak this way because movies can and do provide wonderful entertainment.  The film making skills of Hollywood’s entertainment industry gets stronger all the time.  Remember when the bullets from The Matrix and the arrow from Robin Hood were enough to have people talking about those special effects for weeks?

And there’s the key.  If you read “novelty” where I put “special effects” in the last sentence,  you can see that there’s nothing wrong in admiring the skills of movie-makers.  I didn’t challenge the story lines, the character development or the personal growth brought on by subtle, moral investigations within the movies. I didn’t talk about the lasting value of having seen the latest entertaining film.

But books have to compete with movies, theatre, music and the ubiquitous television for my time. Even personal computers provide hours of “entertainment.”  So are books so old-fashioned one should ignore them and go for the shiny, new technologies popping up with the frequency of tea party bumper stickers?

No!

I say this emphatically because I believe in the long-lasting value of books and reading. When I typed in “benefits of reading” to my search engine this morning, there were 855 million responses.  Page after page extolling the benefits – improved memory, reduced stress, better thinking skills, professional development.  The list goes on and on.  It doesn’t matter if you read fiction or non-fiction, light or heavy topics.  The key is to read, read, read.

My question: is reading becoming the vegetable of your entertainment plate?

You know it’s good for you, but is it as much fun as having someone else do all the imagination work for you?  Disney’s Imagineers would probably like that. I said at the beginning of this post that the movies I watched recently took me to places I could never have imagined.  Hmm…

I read the first Hunger Games book.  I didn’t care for the writing and had to keep telling myself that I was reading YA–young adult–and the simple plot was because adult fiction is where you find the intrigue of multiple plot lines and character development.  In my mind’s eye I had pictured Catness differently, didn’t see the cornucopia the same way.  No, I couldn’t have imagined those things the way the movie showed them.  But I saw them in my own way, in my minds’s eye, and that is where my brain was engaged.  I was actively participating in the book, while the movie assaulted my other senses.

I read (on the internet-guilt, guilt) that one in four adults in the U.S. read zero books a year. None! Zippo! Twenty-five percent of our adult population admits to this!

And of those who do read, the average amount of books they read a year is four. One book a quarter.  And we trust this illiterate population to select our leaders, our senators, congressmen, and presidents?  And we still want to claim a world leader position?

Perhaps we could get more people to vote, if we made exciting movies about going to the ballot box. But then we’d probably get into telling them who to vote for.  Then elections would be forgone conclusions, based on how entertaining the candidates are, and how much money and film-making skills go into our political persuasions.

Remember Hitler’s Germany?  He was a special orator who entertained and engaged the emotions of his listeners.  He prepared the population to hate based on his speeches, and he eliminated his competition with book burnings.

I hope books always exist, so that thinkers will always be a great part of our society.  And I hope writers will always aspire to engage not only our emotions, but our vision and thoughts with good words:

“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far,  far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.” –Charles Dickens.

Keep reading.  Keep writing, my friend.
 

 

The Gift of a Great Short Read

There is nothing quite like the gift of a great short story.  It is quick to read, yet sometimes rolls around your mind like a sip of wine should roll around your mouth, and lingers in places long ago forgotten.

Yesterday, I finished reading Bantam Books‘ publication of How Beautiful With Shoes, by Wilbur Daniel Steele. I had randomly flipped to this story in the collection of 50 Great Short Stories and didn’t think I’d read past a paragraph or two.  But the imagery of the first line grabbed onto my heart and I kept reading on and on.  I’d quote the first line, but it was long enough you’d be upset with me for not being able to go on from there.  Steele dragged my apathetic mind into his story with simplicity and grace.

Steele’s main character is Amarantha, a special needs woman living on a farm with her mother.  He doesn’t use any specially disjointed dialog or description of Down Syndrome’s almond-shaped eyes.  He doesn’t use school bullies or special teachers to highlight the girl’s differences.  In fact, Amarantha’s thoughts are as deep and complex as yours or mine.  We only know she’s special needs because Steele describes her from an omniscient point of view as “slow-minded.”

I love how at first I was drawn into the odd details that short stories are known for.  The descriptions of “bare, barn-soiled feet” and “it sounded sullen only because it was matter of fact.” Steele hints of Amarantha’s (Mare or Mary to the townsfolk) life as a special needs woman living on a farm as plain, simple and being used by the only man who would have her before he makes a right turn with his reader and has her captured by a crazed man with a poetic bent, and who sees in Amarantha something she isn’t–something like an angel.

I won’t spoil what happens for you.  I myself am a reader who loves a short story to have a plot line that’s easy to follow and How Beautiful With Shoes does follow a good, strong plot.

But the glory of a good short tale is the need for the reader to fill in gaps with his or her own thoughts.  It isn’t generally structured to have a main conflict, goals and resolutions.  I like how with shorts, you are often left wondering if the story really could have ended differently.  You wonder if, while the story ended well, did it end right by your own moral standards?

And a good story will invite you, with its gaps, to come back time and again to dip into its depths and find something new about the most important question: who are you in all of this?

Think I’ll let you go.  I’m going to revisit Amarantha, her deaf mother and her two lovers. Delicious.

Title: How Beautiful With Shoes (within 50 Great Short Stories)
Author: Wilbur Daniel Steele
Pages: 22 (the collection has 571)
Publisher: Bantam Classics