On the
book that helped push me out of my comfort zone, both as a reader and as a
thinker.
In
yesterday’s post I highlighted what I would call the first genuine stage in
this American Studier’s evolution as a reader: finding those books that first spoke
to me and shaped me in individual, specific, and enduring ways. It’s fair to
say that they did so in part because they connected to nascent interests and
passions that would remain central to my identity and perspective throughout my
life—in the fantastic
and related literary genres, in the case of David and the Phoenix; in mystery
fiction, in the case of the Hardy Boys. That is, while those books
certainly helped shape those particular interests as well as my overall
identity, they did so in relatively comfortable ways; while such comfort is not
at all a bad thing, and is probably necessary to making those initial
connections with stories and books, I firmly believe it can and should be
supplemented by some discomfort, by those works that compel us in part because
they push us beyond the bounds of what we instinctively enjoy (while still
entertaining and enriching us, that is—I’m not advocating for masochistic
reading!).
For me,
one of the first works to push me in that way was John Bellairs’ The Spell of the
Sorcerer’s Skull (1984). One of the early works in Bellairs’ Johnny Dixon
series, Spell certainly shared
some key features with both David and
the Hardy Boys—a youthful protagonist who finds himself involved in a supernatural
and mysterious situation—but with a couple of very significant differences, both
captured by the
book’s cover: that protagonist, Johnny, confronted the book’s villains and
terrors on his own, both because of his status as an orphan and because the
story’s plot involved his mentor figure going missing; and those threats were
indeed terrifying, far more scary to this young adult reader than either the
scientist villain in David or any of the
Hardy’s antagonists. Spell kept me up
at night in distinctly different ways than did those earlier books, which I
simply wanted to keep reading into the wee hours; I felt somewhat the same
about Bellairs’ book, but also didn’t want to stop reading because that would
entail turning off the light and wondering if the Sorcerer’s Skull was lurking
in the shadows in the corner of my room. That fear, it’s worth adding, paralleled
very fully Johnny’s own emotions, making his journey mine in a way that was
also distinct from my connections to the protagonists of my other early
favorites.
That kind
of empathetic
connection is certainly one reason why Bellairs’ book impacted me the way
it did, and why I’m highlighting it in a post in this series. But I’d still
emphasize even more fully the effects of reading something that made me
distinctly uncomfortable—not, again, in a painful way, but in terms of being
unsettled, of experiencing unfamiliar sensations, of feeling emotionally, psychologically, and
intellectually challenged by what I was reading. It’s certainly fair to say
that such discomfort shouldn’t be our most central association with reading or
with art in general—living in the world produces enough discomfort without consistently
seeking it out in our artistic experiences! But it’s equally fair to say that
our perspectives can’t grow and expand if we’re always comfortable, and that
being challenged and pushed beyond what we have known and what we instinctively
enjoy is one important and valuable way to become a more rounded and successful
person within that world, within our communities, and in our own skin. Johnny
Dixon and John Bellairs helped me do that from a young age, and despite—no, in conjunction
with—those late-night shivers, I’ll always be grateful.
Next
shaping book tomorrow,
Ben
PS.
Thoughts? Books that shaped you? I’d love to hear ‘em, for lots of reasons
including the weekend’s post!
8/28
Memory Day nominee: Elizabeth
Ann Seton, the first native-born American to be sanctified by the Catholic Church, and a
woman whose educational
and social efforts on behalf of American women and the
poor should be inspiring
regardless of one’s faith or spiritual perspective.
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