why i am not advocating what i am advocating

musicI don’t want people to misunderstand me here.  When I write under each fiction novel post ‘while reading, listen to: followed by a list of awesome music’, I don’t actually want you to sit down with this exact soundtrack while reading this novel.

On the contrary, I find listening to music while reading as distracting as trying to pat my cat while brushing my teeth (I wouldn’t recommend the latter combination).  Often I concentrate more on the music than on the novel.  Or if I’m reading something particularly dense (Charles Dickens, Victor Hugo, occasionally other classics) the music will make me lose my chain of thought and I’ll have to read the same paragraph over and over again.  This can be particularly vexing when Victor Hugo is doing one of those ‘let’s explain the scenery’ chapters that inevitably comes with every Hugo novel.

It can really ruin a novel, especially if you have the wrong music on.  I can remember reading the sixth Harry Potter book (if you haven’t read it/watched the movie/and are slightly interested STOP RIGHT HERE) in particular, the scene where Dumbledore dies, while Elton John was playing in the background.  Sure, it was a sad scene, but the song ‘Sad Songs Say So Much‘ doesn’t really help the tears.

However, if I didn’t have at least a little faith in my view, there’s no way I’d be searching youtube every day for songs that can apply to every fiction novel I’ve read.  I think, in some circumstances, there is music that can really enhance a reading experience, but perhaps not while actually engaging in reading itself.

For example, I used to find myself with an appalling awful modern song stuck in my head, say Lady Gaga or the like (I don’t mind a bit of Gaga, it just wasn’t the time and place) while I read sadness and loneliness in a Cormac McCarthy novel.  There is nothing more annoying, I can tell you.  It’s as bad as the Dumbledore Death Scene example.  But if I put the book down and listened to a bit of Bon Iver, which I recommend for all McCarthy novels, until it became sufficiently stuck in my mind, my concentration, and not only that, my understanding of the story increased enormously.

So I’m not advocating going out with a pair of headphones every time you read a book.  But when you read certain things, it might help to think about a certain genre of music.

But you know, I’m just advertising my own music tastes first and foremost.  This whole thing is a ruse (can’t you tell?) and I’m actually working for the record companies and youtube.

Just kidding.

But please.  Listen to the music.  (Just not while reading)

the way i read books

damageYou might have noticed by now that I am a very, very bad person for one specific reason.

I do not care for the state my books end up in.

As a matter of fact, I think the more dog-eared, ink-smudged and creased they are, the more well-loved they look.  And I love my books looking well-loved.

It’s terrible, isn’t it?  Like a little guilty pleasure.  This is why I can’t accept the transition to Kindle – I would probably break it in a matter of minutes so that it would look more ‘well-loved’.

First of all, I write in books.  My ex-boyfriend has criticised me about this again and again.  I underline things and sometimes I even write little notes – in pen, always in pen – in the margins.  It’s a good excuse not to lend out my books to anyone, at least.  And sometimes I just come across these passages that are so memorable, so beautiful, so poignant, that I have to mark them in some way so that I won’t forget their existence.  My most well-loved books have chapters and chapters of dog-eared, pen-marked pages.  This way I know they are well-loved.

I also, and you’ll definitely hate me for this, went through a phase in my life where I loved the look of a book with a creased spine.  I hated the look of a new book with that pristine edge to it, the title still legible on the spine.  I actually used to bend the spine purposely while reading a book so that it would end up with a beautiful, antique look to it.  Hence I love paperback and not hard cover books.  And I have to be very, very careful not to do this while borrowing another person’s book.

In addition – and this is my worst confession to date – I am guilty of the sin of committing blackout poetry.  But only on very, very bad books.  Or books that I have more than one copy of.  blackoutBlackout poetry is where you ‘write’ poetry simply by blacking out all except a select few words on a written page (so as to not incur the wrath of other book-lovers, I suggest you use a newspaper rather than a novel) and see what happens.  I once did a very interesting one on a particularly (and I mean VERY) bad chick-lit abomination.  Unfortunately I couldn’t find a picture to show you, so I plucked this one out of google images instead.

Yes, friends, I have committed many sins in the course of my reading years.  Dog-earing pages, underlining quirky sentences, creasing spines and countless other terrible things.  The lesson to learn is: don’t lend me books.

Actually, no.  Please, please do.

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