Real Reading

I’ve been seeing discussions around audiobooks v. reading text v. reading on a device v. reading a book in one’s hand.

Some people are saying one thing or another is “real reading.”

/drums fingers/

I do think the ability to read and understand text is an important skill, though frankly, I have a job because people cannot and do not read. Quite literally, if people could read and understand basic instructions in text, I would not have a job.

So, do I think that people need to do some practice on some regular basis to read instructions?

I do.

Do I think certain sorts of texts might be difficult enough to read that you need training to do so?

Hell, yeah. The profession of law is a prime example. My reading comprehension is good and my ability to decipher a text is well above average for your general, decently-educated American. However, I do not have the context to read the text of a law and understand its implications.

But, more than that, let’s talk about just casually reading, say… Books. Fiction.

All y’all know I “read” a lot of audiobooks. I like consuming stories in that format, as it allows me to enjoy a story while not being required to sit down and not be doing anything else. My house pre-Audible was nowhere near as clean and organized as it is post-Audible. No kidding, my house organization really came about from buying one of those USB stick 1 GB iPods back in 2004 or so and pirating the Jim Dale Harry Potter stories.

The experience of listening to an audiobook, for me, however, is very different from the experience of sitting down and reading the text of a book. Which, yes, I also do pretty much daily.

Say what you like, but diving into a book where you are not physically doing anything else is a different experience. I do not lose myself in an audiobook like I do when reading text.

But when I think of that I also think of music. How many people have music playing, that they’re really enjoying while doing something else? Or find some sorts of music helps concentration on some other task?

How many people actually sit down and pay full attention to a piece of music and do nothing else.

(FWIW, part of the reason I generally do not play certain pieces is because I get drawn into that music with my full concentration, but it’s certainly not all music).

I guess what I think is that I do want people to practice the real skill of reading and understanding text, but I also think that policing free time is a load of shit and people should enjoy what they enjoy, ya know?

When I use the word “reading” myself, I do generally mean sitting down with text. I will actually say I am listening to an audiobook. But if someone asks me if I’ve read X book and I experienced it as an audiobook? I’d say yes. I have experienced the whole story…

… again, sort of. There are certain sorts of textual meaning that don’t translate from page to narration (Lookin’ at you Sir pTerry!)

Walking in Your Footsteps

I know a lot of us are having a hard time. Some of us are scared, with justificiation, about what we will be facing in the coming years.

I’d like to roll the clock back to the mid 1980s for a minute. I was a teenager and had become convinced, as did many people of my age, that we would die in a nuclear firestorm before we were thirty.

We had justification for this. Read the news from the time. Listen to speeches by politicians.

But more than that, listen to the music:

  • 99 Luftballons
  • The Russians
  • Walking in Your Footsteps
  • Distant Early Warning
  • Christmas at Ground Zero
  • Hammer to Fall
  • Ronnie Talk to Russia
  • I Melt with You

That’s just off the top of my head nearly 40 years later, but it was the background noise of my youth.

I didn’t particularly believe I would have an adulthood. I lived between the US national capital, a state capital and well over a dozen military bases. I figured I’d probably die in a nuclear firestorm, so having a future? Feh. It was unlikely I would have one.

To this day, conceptualizing a future, working towards it, and actually believing in it is hard.

I could have had a degree paid for by Mom and Dad. Did I? Nope. There were lots of reasons, but I won’t say that beliving in the back of my mind that a degree or a career was a pointless waste of my very limited time was part of it.

I was nearly 21 when the Berlin Wall came down. I had started thinking about Christmas shopping, and I was sitting in the local mall parking lot listening to the news on my radio rather stunned. I realized I didn’t know how to have a future.

I’m still not good at it and I won’t say I don’t have my Denthor days.

Y’all?

Maybe we don’t have a future, sure enough, but…

You gotta pretend. Grow a plant. Plan something for a year from now that will take some time to work on between now and then.

Maybe the future really is a lie, but…

You know how in Hogfather where Death talks about having to practice with the little lies like the Tooth Fairy and the Hogfather as a child, so that when you are a grownup, you can commit to the big ones — Justice… Mercy.

HOW ELSE CAN THEY BECOME?