After reading “What Readers ReallyDo” by Dorothy Barnhouse and Vicki Vinton, I’ve realized that I really don’t
understand how to read deeply. Sure, I can identify the theme of some obvious
books, such as “Unbroken” by Laura Hillenbrand, a story about an Olympic runner
who joins the war effort and is shot down over the Pacific, captured, and lives
as a prisoner of war for several unbearable years.
But then again, the theme of that one
is in the title.
Most books, I’ve discovered in
looking back over my reading journal, I read just for fun. I am what Lucy
Calkins calls a “plot junkie”. I rarely read for deeper meaning, to really get
at the message the author is trying to send.
One of my friends, upon finding out
that I’d also read “Water for Elephants” exclaimed, “Oh! Didn’t you think the
Russian elephant being beaten for not following English directions was like the
second language students in our schools?”
What?? No! I thought it was a
love story. What else have I been
missing?
Now that I’ve read Barnhouse and
Vinton’s book, however, I’m determined to turn over a new leaf. Each chapter in
their book describes in detail how to teach students to pick up details in the
beginning of a new book, how to look for a pattern within a text and infer
possible meanings and author’s messages, and how to evaluate a book for its
relevance to one’s own life.
So with that in mind, I dove into
Yann Martel’s book “Beatrice and Virgil”. He’s the author of “The Life of Pi”,
another book I read at a purely surface level and which I plan to reread now
that I’m in rehab for plot addiction.
What I found out about this new
“reading me” was that I needed to read slower, more intentionally, and with
much flipping back and forth of pages to previous elements of a pattern I felt
building. I needed to stop and restate in my own words an overview of what was
happening and what I felt it meant. It would have been helpful to have a
discussion partner at this point.
And what I found was depth. The old me would have abandoned
this allegorical book or pushed through only so I wouldn’t have to confess to
giving up, but with a scowl on my face while exclaiming, “This book is too
weird!” Instead, I found that I was able to determine it was about the
Holocaust before the author came
right out and told me late in the book. I connected events that the old me
would never have realized were related, and I even thought deeply about why the
author chose to name the characters as he did.
The next step in my rehab process is
to spread the word to others and convince them there’s more to books that just
the plot. Of course, perhaps you’re the kind of person who already reads deeply
and easily anticipates the author’s intent. Or maybe you’re in denial.
Either way, come on and join me – the
first step is admitting we have a problem.
