A World Without Books
In a world without books, imagination would face its greatest challenge yet.
In 2007, Alan Weisman wrote a book called The World Without Us. In it, Weisman posits what would happen to the earth if humans instantly disappeared. He drew from every field of science to put this stunning vision of the world taking back cities and animals thriving, even without drive-thru fast food.
This isn’t a new idea; films like Omega Man, based on the book I Am Legend, also explore the concept of human beings being wiped away from the earth and what happens after that. Though the movie(s) on the subject are very sci-fi spooky, Weisman looks at it not through science fiction but rather science fact. Our cities sprouting with flora and fauna, buildings collapsing, and herds of deer moving into the upper west side of New York City. He doesn’t say what removed humans from the equation, but there is no nuclear disaster, no radioactive fallout; people are just gone.
In 2023, a jogger in Central Park encountered a coyote. The Central Park Conservancy says that coyotes have been in Central Park since the 1930s. Others say the coyote was checking out the lay of the land and planning where he was going to move his family when all humans disappeared.
The point is that the earth doesn’t need us, never did, and never will. But, we’ve managed some kind of detente with nature, and we go along our merry way, trying as we might to clog the rivers, fill the oceans, and glut the forests with trash and all manner of artificial ickiness. The earth, so far, hasn’t shrugged us off. We keep trying and pushing the boundaries, but so far, we’ve been lucky enough to keep being.
Recently, some people have made a move that could be just as disastrous as the entire human race being removed. Okay, I exaggerate, but it would be pretty terrible. There are groups of people who want to remove our imaginations and our ability to think and understand the world around us. I am talking about the people who are banning and calling for banning books.
Because I’m a reader and lover of words, I wondered what this world would be like if books were just gone. If one day, we woke to find that there were no libraries, bookshops, or airport book kiosks. Much like nature reclaiming the cities and tree roots climbing walls and bringing down high rises, the banning of books would topple one of our greatest resources … our imaginations.
What follows is a thought experiment on what the world would be like without books.
No Books Allowed
In a world without books, imagination would face its greatest challenge yet. Consider the profound impact of literature throughout history; from ancient scrolls to modern paperbacks, books have been the vessels carrying humanity’s stories, knowledge, and imagination. But what if these vessels were suddenly wiped out, leaving behind a void where once there were boundless worlds to explore? Imagining such a world is a daunting task, but it invites us to contemplate the consequences of a literary void.
The first casualty of a world without books would be the loss of a cornerstone of human culture. Books have been instrumental in shaping societies, preserving histories, and transmitting values across generations. From religious texts to philosophical treatises, from classic novels to scientific breakthroughs, books have provided the foundation upon which our civilizations have been built. Without them, the fabric of our cultural identity would unravel, leaving us adrift in a sea of amnesia.
Education Suffers
Education would suffer a severe blow in a world devoid of books. Schools and universities would struggle to find alternative teaching methods as textbooks and reference materials vanished from classrooms and libraries. The joy of discovery that comes from exploring the pages of a book would be replaced by dry, uninspiring lectures and rote memorization. Critical thinking skills once honed through the analysis of literature, would wither away, leaving future generations ill-equipped to navigate the complexities of the world.
Literature?
The consequences would extend far beyond the classroom, affecting every aspect of society. Literature has long been a mirror reflecting the human experience, allowing us to empathize with others and understand ourselves better. Empathy would become a rare commodity without books to serve as windows into different perspectives and cultures, and misunderstandings and conflicts would proliferate.
Economic Ramifications
Furthermore, the absence of books would deal a severe blow to the economy. Publishing houses, bookstores, and libraries would shutter their doors, leaving countless people unemployed. The ripple effects would be felt across industries, from printing and distribution to entertainment and tourism. The loss of the literary market would be a blow not just to the economy but to the soul of society, depriving people of one of life's great pleasures: the joy of getting lost in a good book.
Mental Health
The impact on mental health cannot be overstated. Books have long been recognized as a source of solace and inspiration for people facing hardships. Whether escaping into a fantasy world or finding comfort in the words of a self-help book, readers have relied on literature to provide refuge from the storms of life. Without books to turn to in times of need, people would be left feeling isolated and alone, their mental well-being suffering as a result.
Nothing to Imagine
But the most devastating consequence of a world without books would be the loss of imagination itself. Books are the fuel that feeds our creativity, sparking ideas and igniting passions. From the wildest fantasies to the most groundbreaking innovations, literature has been the catalyst for some of humanity's most outstanding achievements. Without books to inspire us, our imaginations would wither and die, and the world would become a duller, more monotonous place.
The Power of the Human Spirit
Yet, even in the face of such bleak prospects, it's important to remember that the human spirit is resilient. Just as literature has evolved over the centuries, so would our means of storytelling and sharing knowledge adapt to fill the void left by books. Digital technology has already revolutionized how we consume literature, with e-books and audiobooks providing new avenues for storytelling. Virtual reality and augmented reality offer even more immersive experiences, allowing readers to step directly into the worlds they once only imagined.
Storytelling
Moreover, the oral tradition predating written language could experience a resurgence in a world without books. Storytelling has always been a fundamental part of human culture, and without books to rely on, oral storytelling could once again take center stage. Communities could come together to share their stories, passing down traditions and wisdom from generation to generation.
In the absence of books, other forms of media would also rise to prominence. Film, television, and video games would become the primary means of storytelling, offering visual and interactive experiences that engage the senses in ways that books cannot. While these mediums may lack the depth and nuance of literature, they connect people and foster empathy in a world that sorely needs it.
Ultimately, the world without books that we have imagined is a world diminished—a world where culture, education, and imagination are impoverished. But it is also a world filled with possibility, where new forms of storytelling and knowledge-sharing have the potential to emerge. As long as stories are told and ideas are shared, the human spirit will continue to find ways to overcome adversity and thrive, even without the beloved books that have been our companions for millennia.
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What would that look like?
Books! I have been around them all my life and have over 600 (I have just rearranged them and sadly counted them as I thought the number would be 300/400) filling my bookshelves at home, a vast majority of them hardbacks. As far as I can remember I have always had a book to read – so call me a bibliophile or a booklover or if you must, a bookworm (although bookworm is a very negative term and might offend some people). If you are across the channel in France, maybe you prefer the term that is used there: Ink Drinker (I really do like this one).
English: Bookworm French: Ink Drinker German: Read-rat Danish: Reading Horse Romanian: Library Mouse Indonesian: Book Flea
Why is it best not to use the term ‘bookworm’? Surely it is just someone that loves books and reading? Not really. Whilst today, bookworms are just seen as someone who reads a lot, bookworms are also defined as “ the larva of a wood-boring beetle which feeds on the paper and glue in books ”, basically a destroyer of books! I love books: hardbacks, paperbacks and even digital, and certainly wouldn’t destroy any. The term bookworm was also used as an insult with origins going back to Elizabethan times when worm meant ‘wretch’ – who wants to be called a wretch or book-wretch? So, whilst terminology changes throughout the ages and the term bookworm now has more positive connotations, it is probably safer to refer to people who love reading as a bibliophile, you can then be safe that you won’t offend anyone (at least for now anyway, the way terminology changes you never can tell).
But what if we lived in a world without books ? I suppose you wouldn’t have to worry about words like bookworm or bibliophile. I would certainly have more space at home without the need for lots of bookshelves to store hundreds of them (and this is always expanding), but then what would I fill the empty space with? Wouldn’t a world without stories be a boring place? Even a less intelligent world? I think so.
Whilst some books have been banned (most temporarily in some countries) or censored such as: George Orwell’s Animal Farm, The Bible, The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie and even several of popular children’s author Roald Dahl books among them (there are some surprising titles on Penguin’s Books They Tried to Ban article), there has never been an absolute ban on them (even when the Nazi regime carried out mass book burnings). Would the e-commerce behemoth Amazon even exist today, as they started as a website that only sold books?
Without books how would we teach our children to read as reading is the base for their entire education? Would all children become goggle-eyed robots staring into eye-damaging screens? Would entertainment just become walls and walls of television screens or handheld devices strapped to the appendages of every human being? Would imagination and free thinking be lost, and the world just dictated to with whatever they are watching on their screens? ( Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury , a dystopian novel, is a novel about a world without books, the burning of books and the power they can hold or for kids they can read Jodie and the Library Card by Julie Hodgson ).
Books are not only sources of information (or even misinformation), but sources of education, entertainment and enjoyment. They can enrich all aspects of our lives by teaching us new things, helping us to learn about our past and even our future, getting our imaginations working and are even portable entertainment systems that we can enjoy anywhere: the park, the train or even the toilet!
But in a world without books, you might say that eReaders would exist and we could still enjoy the content of the very same books? Maybe, but if we had no books to begin with would there be authors to write digital books? And even if there were, browsing a digital library would just not be the same as perusing a bookshop or library bookshelf and discovering new authors and new tales of wonder – how many times have you been intrigued by the cover art, picked up that book and found your next exciting read?
Without these tomes of knowledge, how we would learn from our past? How would we use the knowledge of our past to shape our future? Without these publications, we would live in a more ignorant world, resistant to change and progress.
A world without books would be a very dull and, I think, more ignorant and uneducated place to live. There are plenty of reasons to keep and read books, discovering and supporting new authors, using bookshops and local libraries. Without books, the world would be joyless – just think, some of the best television you have ever watched has probably been adapted from a book.
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(Re)Imagining a world without books
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Growing up, my parents read to me constantly. My mom and my dad were ‘readers’ and our shelves were teeming with books. As an adult, I fondly remember my favourite childhood story book, and (yes) have it memorised to this day. (It’s called Each Peach Pear Plum by Allan and Janet Ahlberg, and if you ask me nicely, someday I will recite it to you.)
As I grew up, I read all the time. Books were where my imagination soared, and provided fertile fields for learning about the world and about how language worked. Years later, I ended up working in communications, which, in retrospect, makes a lot of sense.
This is why I find it so difficult to comprehend what growing up in a world without books would be like. In fact, it makes me emotional to think about a world without characters like Clifford the Big Red Dog or Sherlock Holmes . But the reality for millions of children is just that: there are no books written for them in the language they learn at home.
Last June, I traveled to Burundi with a small film crew to document World Vision’s literacy programming – namely though Literacy Boost [1] . Among the many aspects of this programme is the unique goal to create access to new books – or the books themselves when existing story books are unavailable – in every community where Literacy Boost is implemented.
Children access the books through after school reading camps and clubs led by local volunteers. Each reading camp is equipped with a book bank – a portable library full of colourful story books – that reflect children’s values, traditions, language and culture.
Mugisha’s story touched my heart as I reminisced about my own son learning to read.
Months before the trip, I had heard of a young boy named Mugisha who lived in the area of Burundi that I would later visit. At only 4-years-old, he had participated in a Literacy Boost reading camp, and had begun to learn to read. Mugisha’s story touched my heart as I reminisced about my own son learning to read.
I finally had the pleasure of meeting Mugisha at a reading camp while filming scenes for our video. He shyly shook my hand, and wouldn’t speak much. But when the reading camp began, he became a different person. He was not only participating in the reading camp – he was now a facilitator!
He stood in front of the children, reading parts of a story aloud. He then asked the group of children a question about the story. Every time Mugisha asked a question, the children would jump up to answer it, waving dramatically at him to pick them to answer. The whole scene was brilliant!
Visiting reading camps in Burundi, and watching young children who hadn’t had access to books in the past read stories together with such excitement, made me realise just how important programmes like this are. Books reflect who we are as people – our similarities and our differences. Every culture has important stories to share. While books alone can’t solve the problem of illiteracy, without them it’s an impossible problem to solve.
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- Literacy Boost: Strengthening children's literacy skills in Burundi
- Community literacy education in Burundi helps a grandmother teach her granddaughter to read
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[1] Literacy Boost is a proven literacy programme that supports the development of reading skills in young children. It is a copyrighted tool designed, developed, and owned by Save the Children.
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A World Without Books?
Ever since the computer and Internet offered alternatives to traditional sources of information, and e-readers began providing a new medium with which to enjoy books, there has been a growing debate over the role and function of the printed word in an increasingly digital world. Some see new devices such as the Kindle, the Edge, the Nook, and Apple’s upcoming iPad as an obvious evolution in the means of information exchange, while others see things like e-books as the destruction and devaluation of an integral part of culture.
Recently, an alteration in policy at the Cushing Academy , a Massachusetts prep-school, has caused an interesting chain reaction of critical articles that underscores the powerful tensions and anxieties caused by these developments.
The Cushing Academy announced in September of 2009 that it was replacing its massive library with a modern learning center. Instead of the typical repository of knowledge with its stacks and reference desks, the physical texts are going to be replaced with digital books available through the school’s computers or its Amazon and Sony e-readers. The goal of the modernization was to provide students with a place that reflected the academic interests of a world that is going digital, with students now having access to countless online databases and millions of books.
Last September The Boston Globe published an article discussing the forthcoming changes to the East Coast prep school that highlighted both the potential benefits and the concerns that this new approach to learning would have on the students. ( “Welcome to the Library. Say Goodbye to the Books” by David Abel, 4 September 2009) Some were naturally wary of the logistics of the changes — especially in a world where e-readers are not cheap — and lamented the loss of their beloved books, while others looked forward to the changes with optimism and hope. The headmaster of Cushing, James Tracy, was quoted as saying, “When I look at a book, I see an outdated technology, like scrolls before books.”
This story was subsequently picked up by The New Criterion , a literary magazine that lists as one of its goals as “…engaging with those forces dedicated to traducing genuine cultural and intellectual achievement, whether through obfuscation, politicization, or a commitment to nihilistic absurdity.” The magazine also lists as one of its accomplishments as, “…championing what is best and most humanely vital in our cultural inheritance and in exposing what is mendacious, corrosive, and spurious.” (“Cushing Academy, RIP”, October 2009). The article published in The New Criterion was opposed to Cushing’s plan and stated that Tracy “betrayed his academic responsibility.”
It was this article that prompted Pulitzer Prize winner and journalist Paul Greenburg to write a piece furthering the attacks against Tracy and the Cushing Academy in the e-magazine, Opinionated: Voices and Viewpoints on America and the World . The magazine, which is exclusively distributed through the Amazon.com Kindle, is divided into four sections: Liberal, Conservative, Independent, and Worldview.
Greenburg’s article, titled “The War on the Book” (7 December 2009) appeared in the Conservative portion of the magazine, and offered a rather bleak view of Tracy’s plans for Cushing and the future of books. He states that Tracy’s goals are another sign of the “shiny, color-coded cultural Apocalypse”, and added that he was first made aware of the problem while reading the article in the New Criterion a journal which he says warns him of the “continuing collapse of Western Civilization” – of which the changes to Cushing’s libraries were another exemplar.
Both the article in The New Criterion and Greenburg’s piece in Opinionated , jumped on Tracy’s comment where he compared books to scrolls. They viewed this remark as being representative of contempt for books and emblematic of a “bleak future”. The New Criterion article’s author wondered if the Academy’s Board of Trustees knows, “what a disaster this shortsighted capitulation to trendiness is for the school.” Both pieces were angered by the seemingly cavalier attitude of the Cushing Headmaster.
The concerns underscored by these arguments are revealing and speak to the anxieties of several book lovers concerned with the various digital transitions taking place throughout society, but upon closer inspection are also highly problematic for an entirely different reason. One concern is the degree of outrage with which Tracy has been attacked by his critics. Both the articles in Opinionated and The New Criterion present the Headmaster’s decision as being emblematic of a major decline in our society.
While some may disagree with his plans and his comment comparing books to archaic scrolls, Tracy must ultimately be judged on his primary responsibility: educating his students. Tracy’s job is to facilitate learning, not to be a guardian of a cultural aesthetic or the gatekeeper of public taste. He freely admits on the school’s website that he personally loves books and is an “avid bibliophile”, but in the context of the school it is his responsibility to take care of the interests of the students.
Since we live in an increasingly digital world and the students heading to the Cushing Academy are young people who are largely raised on computers and the Internet, Tracy made the decision that he thought was best for the student population. Currently, Internet databases and academic websites offer students the ability to access millions of books and countless journals and magazines. Furthermore, it helps reduce the problems of the limited availability of texts and the time constraints of inter-library loans.
The Pains of a Paradigm Shift
Empty Bookshelves – Seattle Central Library (partial) found here on Flickr.com – photographer unknown
Greenberg’s article also illustrates some extremely reveling concerns felt by opponents of the digitization of books. He writes in highly charged and often hyperbolic language of his fears for a future without his beloved tomes. To begin he quotes, Fahrenheit 451 ; “Monday burn Millay, Wednesday Whitman, Friday Faulkner, Burn ‘em to ashes, then burn the ashes. That’s our official slogan.” Later in the article he references Bradbury’s classic again asking, “How long before… those who still treasure books will be treated as suspect, outcasts, rejects?” He paints an Orwellian picture of bibliophiles meeting secretly in fear of a contemptuous society that would despise them for their love of books.
While this portion of Greenberg’s article is useful as an example of the ire and sensitivity this subject inspires in many people, the logic that underpins many of Greenberg’s arguments becomes unwieldy under close inspection. For example, the very allusion to Fahrenheit 451 seems more polemical then functional. While it does paint a vivid picture of a dystopian world without books, the comparison to Cushing’s plans and Bradbury’s book does not really work.
The destruction of books in Bradbury’s novel was never ultimately about the medium itself but the messages contained between the pages. The firemen were not burning books for their dislike of the printed form, they were destroying the stories and ideas contained therein because what books could be used for were dangerous. It wasn’t as if Beatty and Montag were burning people’s books and then handing them e-readers wherein they could access the titles in the digitized format — it was the ideas they were interested in eradicating.
Comparably, Tracy is not advocating the destruction of books — he’s simply advocating a new medium in which to engage with all available literature and other resources. Stephen King wrote in his column in Entertainment Weekly that when reading a book on the Kindle, although strange at first, “It became about the message instead of the medium, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be.” ( “Books With Batteries — Why Not?” , 23 January 2008)
To love books – the way the paper smells in a new hardcover, the beat-me-up and take-me-anywhere feel of a dog-eared paperback — is one thing; to prefer them for their aesthetic over e-readers is obvious to many. To compare the Cushing Academy’s plans to convert its stacks to online menus to Bradbury’s depiction of fanatic censorship, however, is fallacious and it hurts the practical dialogue that should be taking place as we shift into the digital world.
One of Greenburg’s principle problems appears to be with the contemptuous way people are disavowing the sacred position of books which he sees as “the very currency of knowledge”, and is disheartened that Tracy would not want to pass that love down to his students. Any person who has read a book and lost themselves within its pages can understand that position. For many, myself included, books have been both teacher and friend, allowing one to experience countless emotions and events, secondhand, yet nonetheless real.
Yet while there is beauty to be found in curling up with a nice big book on a rainy day, neither that aesthetic value, nor the personal affections the medium invokes, are enough for academic institutions to base their futures on, when digital alternatives are providing more information with fewer constraints. Furthermore, it appears that Greenburg’s dismissal of the future is similar to seemingly callous disregard for the iconography of the past that Tracy is accused of, and he appears to impose his worldview just as ruthlessly as Tracy’s critics claim the headmaster is imposing his.
The fact that people like books is not reason enough for a school library to not attempt to modernize its facility. Furthermore, it is important to remember the big picture. As both a teacher and a book lover, I would rather the younger generations discover their love of reading on their own terms and not mine or Greenburg’s, because ultimately, I find more currency and import in the love of reading itself then in a love of books.
The transition between traditional and digital mediums of information exchange is not going to be an easy one, and it is certainly understandable that one recoils when hearing that a library is getting rid of its books. However, it’s important for all sides of this issue to remember that academic institutions cannot hold doggedly on to the tastes of the past if it threatens their ability to educate their students. It is not an overstatement to say that what we are witnessing is the momentum of history moving us inexorably forward. These paradigm shifts, both large and small, are a constant reality of humanity and technology.
While the traditional place of printed books is about to be altered in the coming years, a process which began slowly when the first computers were created, it’s important to face the future with an open mind. Reading taught me that. And reading will continue to teach that same message regardless of whether it is on a scroll, a printed page, or a computer screen.
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A world without literature?
Michael Wood, a Fellow of the American Academy since 2003, is the Charles Barnwell Straut Class of 1923 Professor of English and professor of comparative literature at Princeton University. His publications include “Literature and the Taste of Knowledge” (2005) and “The Road to Delphi: The Life and Afterlife of Oracles” (2003).
Just over ten years ago, the mood of a large section of the North American academic world was caught in the title of a volume published by Princeton University Press with support from the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation. The volume asked, What’s Happened to the Humanities? –not, what are the humanities doing these days? or even, what are they doing to themselves? Instead, the pure passive dilemma: what has happened to them? 1 The volume contains wonderful essays full of intelligent commentary and ideas, but the effect of the work as a whole is a scent of sophisticated disarray. Prestige, centrality, tradition, students, a public, and financial support: all gone. And for no reason that we could see–except for a more than slight tendency to blame a few of our own colleagues and their softness on “postmodernism” for doing us in. But even this sort of supposed appeasement couldn’t single-handedly have caused such a collapse: history, or something, had happened to us, the humanities, with the study of English literature often at our stated or implied core. After all, literary study is where “elaborate exercises in various kinds of reading and writing” have long been most immediately visible, according to the volume’s editor, Alvin Kernan. 2
Of course, all had not gone, and has not gone yet. But the bewilderment of the profession was real, only partly reduced by a series of very good books that set out to explore the logic, history, and sociology of our condition. I am thinking especially of John Guillory’s Cultural Capital (1993), David Simpson’s The Academic Postmodern and the Rule of Literature (1995), and Marjorie Garber’s Academic Instincts (2001), among quite a few others. There was a real crisis, and even those of us who believed the crisis might be an opportunity rather than a doom had to do some hard thinking. It wasn’t a matter merely of offering sunniness instead of sorrow, for as Simpson bitingly puts it, we cannot “afford the mere celebrations of the literary as a new lease of cultural political hope.” 1 . . .
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- 1 Alvin Kernan, ed., What’s Happened to the Humanities? (Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1997).
- 1 David Simpson, The Academic Postmodern and the Rule of Literature (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1995), 180.
- 2 Ibid., 9.
What Would a World Without Libraries Look Like? Kids Have Their Say.
Rita Meade is a public library manager (and children's librarian at heart) who lives and works in Brooklyn, New York. Here at Book Riot, she hosts the Dear Book Nerd podcast, a bi-weekly bookish advice show. She reads as much as she possibly can (and it's still never enough), reviews children's books for "School Library Journal," and is the author of a forthcoming picture book called Edward Gets Messy (Simon & Schuster Young Readers, 2016). She also occasionally writes about funny library stuff over on her blog, and even less occasionally sings in a librarian band. Blog: Screwy Decimal Twitter: @screwydecimal
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Sometimes the job has its perks. A few years ago, I was asked to be a judge for a student library essay contest being held by a local councilman. The topic of the contest was “The Future of Libraries,” and the kids who entered produced thoughtful, enlightening, (and quite amusing, in some cases) results .
I will admit that one of the “darker” entries, which sadly did not win, might have been my favorite. (See full essay here . It’s worth it.)
So when I was asked to be a judge for the contest again this year AND also to host the awards ceremony at my library, I jumped at the chance. The essay contest is not only a great opportunity for students to show off their writing chops, but it also gives me a candid look at what they really think about the function of libraries in their young lives. Plus, these kids will (with any luck) grow up to be lifelong library users, so we need to pay attention to their thoughts and ideas. They’re pretty smart.
This year’s essay topic was “A World Without Libraries” – a topic that has increasing relevance as THE MAN seem to want to squash libraries at every turn.
Students from local elementary schools, middle schools, and high schools were asked to share their views about what the world might be like without libraries and how that would potentially affect their lives. (Note: this must have been part of a broader lesson unit, as the topic also came up during a class visit I had at my library a few months ago, sparking a rather poignant and hilarious discussion .)
I was in charge of choosing three finalists from about 50 or so elementary school entrants, and I can honestly say that each essay I read had value. Of course, there are always standout ideas, so I chose my personal 10 favorite lines from 10 different essays. I hope you enjoy reading the kids’ thoughts as much as I did. (Any spelling, syntax, or punctuation errors by the students have been kept intact.)
Top 10 “A World Without Libraries” Essay Quotes From Brooklyn Kids:
1) “A library is a need in our community. That is what I’m trying to explain to you. A library has knowledge and we can never get too much knowledge. Let’s not forget to mention that going to the library is FUN!”
2) “So a world without libraries would be a dump. People won’t find as much information. People’s education will decline. A world without libraries? Well the world will be upside down!”
3) “Libraries still teach and educate people. They hold reading classes, English as a Second Language groups, they organize various book related activities for children, invite famous authors to give speeches, lend us audio and videotapes, help us look for a job, and finally, conduct a research. Can you imagine something like this happening in the world without libraries? ‘Excuse me,’ said one gentleman, ‘Is there any chance you have change for a dollar?’ ‘What? I have no nothing,’ a stranger screamed back. What have we become? Do we know how to use proper grammar and correct English? Why don’t we ask the librarians, listen to them speak beautiful English while they are answering our questions. Have you ever met a librarian whose language skills you did not like or who was not able to tell you all about the subjects ranging from classics to modern literature? What would happen to these well-educated, well-read people if we closed our libraries? It would be like losing a hand.”
4) “I love reading and without libraries I would be super bored. Libraries connect us to books. Life would be horrible without libraries.”
5) “Close your eyes. Imagine you are walking through New York City. You see many empty lots say ‘Lot for rent’ or ‘Century 21 is going to be here.’ You were going to the library to get a book on plate tectonics when it hits you…NO LIBRARIES! We would have no places where you could just get in the zone and read. When you are going to a library, you are always welcome. You are away from all the city hustle and bustle madness. You are CALM. They always said ‘Silence is golden.'”
6) “At the library you can find anything from aardvark to zebu. When you are there and reading you are holding a work of art in your hands. You can feel the authors presence telling you the story. Wouldn’t Benjamin Franklin be upset if there were no libraries and he worked so hard on inventing them?”
7) “Libraries make people feel at home. When I first moved to New York City, coming from a more rural area of New York, everything was very confusing and weird but the library was something I had seen before.”
8) “They say everyone smiles in the same language. If this is true then everyone is speaking in the same language when they visit a library.”
9) “Libraries make the world go round. They keep the little sanity we have left here.”
And finally,
10) “The world without libraries is like a cone without ice cream.”
And these were only some of the great things the kids wrote about libraries. When all the finalists came to my branch to get their awards from the City Council and read their essays out loud in front of their proud parents, I was blown away (and often moved to tears – what can I say, I’m a big sap) by how much the library has meant to them so far in their lives. So there you have it, folks. Listen to the children!
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How Should One Read a Book?
Read as if one were writing it.
Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, Young Girl Reading , c. 1868. Courtesy National Gallery of Art, Washington.
At this late hour of the world’s history, books are to be found in almost every room of the house—in the nursery, in the drawing room, in the dining room, in the kitchen. But in some houses they have become such a company that they have to be accommodated with a room of their own—a reading room, a library, a study. Let us imagine that we are now in such a room; that it is a sunny room, with windows opening on a garden, so that we can hear the trees rustling, the gardener talking, the donkey braying, the old women gossiping at the pump—and all the ordinary processes of life pursuing the casual irregular way which they have pursued these many hundreds of years. As casually, as persistently, books have been coming together on the shelves. Novels, poems, histories, memoirs, dictionaries, maps, directories; black letter books and brand new books; books in French and Greek and Latin; of all shapes and sizes and values, bought for purposes of research, bought to amuse a railway journey, bought by miscellaneous beings, of one temperament and another, serious and frivolous, men of action and men of letters.
Now, one may well ask oneself, strolling into such a room as this, how am I to read these books? What is the right way to set about it? They are so many and so various. My appetite is so fitful and so capricious. What am I to do to get the utmost possible pleasure out of them? And is it pleasure, or profit, or what is it that I should seek? I will lay before you some of the thoughts that have come to me on such an occasion as this. But you will notice the note of interrogation at the end of my title. One may think about reading as much as one chooses, but no one is going to lay down laws about it. Here in this room, if nowhere else, we breathe the air of freedom. Here simple and learned, man and woman are alike. For though reading seems so simple—a mere matter of knowing the alphabet—it is indeed so difficult that it is doubtful whether anybody knows anything about it. Paris is the capital of France; King John signed the Magna Charta; those are facts; those can be taught; but how are we to teach people so to read “Paradise Lost” as to see that it is a great poem, or “Tess of the D’Urbervilles” so as to see that it is a good novel? How are we to learn the art of reading for ourselves? Without attempting to lay down laws upon a subject that has not been legalized, I will make a few suggestions, which may serve to show you how not to read, or to stimulate you to think out better methods of your own.
And directly we begin to ask how should one read a book we are faced by the fact that books differ; there are poems, novels, biographies on the book shelf there; each differs from the other as a tiger differs from a tortoise, a tortoise from an elephant. Our attitude must always be changing, it is clear. From different books we must ask different qualities. Simple as this sounds, people are always behaving as if all books were of the same species—as if there were only tortoises or nothing but tigers. It makes them furious to find a novelist bringing Queen Victoria to the throne six months before her time; they will praise a poet enthusiastically for teaching them that a violet has four petals and a daisy almost invariably ten. You will save a great deal of time and temper better kept for worthier objects if you will try to make out before you begin to read what qualities you expect of a novelist, what of a poet, what of a biographer. The tortoise is bald and shiny; the tiger has a thick coat of yellow fur. So books too differ: one has its fur, the other has its baldness.
To be able to read books without reading them, to skip and saunter, to suspend judgment, to lounge and loaf down the alleys and bye-streets of letters is the best way of rejuvenating one’s own creative power.
Yes; but for all that the problem is not so simple in a library as at the Zoölogical Gardens. Books have a great deal in common; they are always overflowing their boundaries; they are always breeding new species from unexpected matches among themselves. It is difficult to know how to approach them, to which species each belongs. But if we remember, as we turn to the bookcase, that each of these books was written by a pen which, consciously or unconsciously, tried to trace out a design, avoiding this, accepting that, adventuring the other; if we try to follow the writer in his experiment from the first word to the last, without imposing our design upon him, then we shall have a good chance of getting hold of the right end of the string.
To read a book well, one should read it as if one were writing it. Begin not by sitting on the bench among the judges but by standing in the dock with the criminal. Be his fellow worker, become his accomplice. Even, if you wish merely to read books, begin by writing them. For this certainly is true—one cannot write the most ordinary little story, attempt to describe the simplest event—meeting a beggar, shall we say, in the street, without coming up against difficulties that the greatest of novelists have had to face. In order that we may realize, however briefly and crudely, the main divisions into which novelists group themselves, let us imagine how differently Defoe, Jane Austen, and Thomas Hardy would describe the same incident—this meeting a beggar in the street. Defoe is a master of narrative. His prime effort will be to reduce the beggar’s story to perfect order and simplicity. This happened first, that next, the other thing third. He will put in nothing, however attractive, that will tire the reader unnecessarily, or divert his attention from what he wishes him to know. He will also make us believe, since he is a master, not of romance or of comedy, but of narrative, that everything that happened is true. He will be extremely precise therefore. This happened, as he tells us on the first pages of” Robinson Crusoe,” on the first of September. More subtly and artfully, he will hypnotize us into a state of belief by dropping out casually some little unnecessary fact—for instance, “my father called me one morning into his chamber, where he was confined by the gout.” His father’s gout is not necessary to the story, but it is necessary to the truth of the story, for it is thus that anybody who is speaking the truth adds some small irrelevant detail without thinking. Further, he will choose a type of sentence which is flowing but not too full, exact but not epigrammatic. His aim will be to present the thing itself without distortion from his own angle of vision. He will meet the subject face to face, four-square, without turning aside for a moment to point out that this was tragic, or that beautiful; and his aim is perfectly achieved.
But let us not for a moment confuse it with Jane Austen’s aim. Had she met a beggar woman, no doubt she would have been interested in the beggar’s story. But she would have seen at once that for her purposes the whole incident must be transformed. Streets and the open air and adventures mean nothing to her, artistically. It is character that interests her. She would at once make the beggar into a comfortable elderly man of the upper middle classes, seated by his fireside at his ease. Then, instead of plunging into the story vigorously and veraciously, she will write a few paragraphs of accurate and artfully seasoned introduction, summing up the circumstances and sketching the character of the gentleman she wishes us to know. “Matrimony as the origin of change was always disagreeable” to Mr. Woodhouse, she says. Almost immediately, she thinks it well to let us see that her words are corroborated by Mr. Woodhouse himself. We hear him talking. “Poor Miss Taylor!—I wish she were here again. What a pity it is that Mr. Weston ever thought of her.” And when Mr. Woodhouse has talked enough to reveal himself from the inside, she then thinks it time to let us see him through his daughter’s eyes. “You got Hannah that good place. Nobody thought of Hannah till you mentioned her.” Thus she shows us Emma flattering him and humoring him. Finally then, we have Mr. Woodhouse’s character seen from three different points of view at once; as he sees himself; as his daughter sees him; and as he is seen by the marvellous eye of that invisible lady Jane Austen herself. All three meet in one, and thus we can pass round her characters free, apparently, from any guidance but our own.
Now let Thomas Hardy choose the same theme—a beggar met in the street—and at once two great changes will be visible. The street will be transformed into a vast and sombre heath; the man or woman will take on some of the size and indistinctness of a statue. Further, the relations of this human being will not be towards other people, but towards the heath, towards man as law-giver, towards those powers which are in control of man’s destiny. Once more our perspective will be completely changed. All the qualities which were admirable in “Robinson Crusoe,” admirable in “Emma,” will be neglected or absent. The direct literal statement of Defoe is gone. There is none of the clear, exact brilliance of Jane Austen. Indeed, if we come to Hardy from one of these great writers we shall exclaim at first that he is “melodramatic” or “unreal” compared with them. But we should bethink us that there are at least two sides to the human soul; the light side and the dark side. In company, the light side of the mind is exposed; in solitude, the dark. Both are equally real, equally important. But a novelist will always tend to expose one rather than the other; and Hardy, who is a novelist of the dark side, will contrive that no clear, steady light falls upon his people’s faces, that they are not closely observed in drawing rooms, that they come in contact with moors, sheep, the sky and the stars, and in their solitude are directly at the mercy of the gods. If Jane Austen’s characters are real in the drawing room, they would not exist at all upon the top of Stonehenge. Feeble and clumsy in drawing rooms, Hardy’s people are large-limbed and vigorous out of doors. To achieve his purpose Hardy is neither literal and four-square like Defoe, nor deft and pointed like Jane Austen. He is cumbrous, involved, metaphorical. Where Jane Austen describes manners, he describes nature. Where she is matter of fact, he is romantic and poetical. As both are great artists, each is careful to observe the laws of his own perspective, and will not be found confusing us (as so many lesser writers do) by introducing two different kinds of reality into the same book.
Yet it is very difficult not to wish them less scrupulous. Frequent are the complaints that Jane Austen is too prosaic, Thomas Hardy too melodramatic. And we have to remind ourselves that it is necessary to approach every writer differently in order to get from him all he can give us. We have to remember that it is one of the qualities of greatness that it brings heaven and earth and human nature into conformity with its own vision. It is by reason of this masterliness of theirs, this uncompromising idiosyncrasy, that great writers often require us to make heroic efforts in order to read them rightly. They bend us and break us. To go from Jane Austen to Hardy, from Peacock to Trollope, from Scott to Meredith, from Richardson to Kipling, is to be wrenched and distorted, thrown this way and then that. Besides, everyone is born with a natural bias of his own in one direction rather than in another. He instinctively accepts Hardy’s vision rather than Jane Austen’s, and, reading with the current and not against it, is carried on easily and swiftly by the impetus of his own bent to the heart of his author’s genius. But then Jane Austen is repulsive to him. He can scarcely stagger through the desert of her novels.
Sometimes this natural antagonism is too great to be overcome, but trial is always worth making. For these difficult and inaccessible books, with all their preliminary harshness, often yield the richest fruits in the end, and so curiously is the brain compounded that while tracts of literature repel at one season, they are appetizing and essential at another.
If, then, this is true—that books are of very different types, and that to read them rightly we have to bend our imaginations powerfully, first one way, then another—it is clear that reading is one of the most arduous and exhausting of occupations. Often the pages fly before us and we seem, so keen is our interest, to be living and not even holding the volume in our hands. But the more exciting the book, the more danger we run of over-reading. The symptoms are familiar. Suddenly the book becomes dull as ditchwater and heavy as lead. We yawn and stretch and cannot attend. The highest flights of Shakespeare and Milton become intolerable. And we say to ourselves—is Keats a fool or am I?—a painful question, a question, moreover, that need not be asked if we realized how great a part the art of not reading plays in the art of reading. To be able to read books without reading them, to skip and saunter, to suspend judgment, to lounge and loaf down the alleys and bye-streets of letters is the best way of rejuvenating one’s own creative power. All biographies and memoirs, all the hybrid books which are largely made up of facts, serve to restore to us the power of reading real books—that is to say, works of pure imagination. That they serve also to impart knowledge and to improve the mind is true and important, but if we are considering how to read books for pleasure, not how to provide an adequate pension for one’s widow, this other property of theirs is even more valuable and important. But here again one should know what one is after. One is after rest, and fun, and oddity, and some stimulus to one’s own jaded creative power. One has left one’s bare and angular tower and is strolling along the street looking in at the open windows. After solitude and concentration, the open air, the sight of other people absorbed in innumerable activities, comes upon us with an indescribable fascination.
The windows of the houses are open; the blinds are drawn up. One can see the whole household without their knowing that they are being seen. One can see them sitting round the dinner table, talking, reading, playing games. Sometimes they seem to be quarrelling—but what about? Or they are laughing—but what is the joke? Down in the basement the cook is reading a newspaper aloud, while the housemaid is making a piece of toast; in comes the kitchen maid and they all start talking at the same moment—but what are they saying? Upstairs a girl is dressing to go to a party. But where is she going? There is an old lady sitting at her bedroom window with some kind of wool work in her hand and a fine green parrot in a cage beside her. And what is she thinking? All this life has somehow come together; there is a reason for it; a coherency in it, could one but seize it. The biographer answers the innumerable questions which we ask as we stand outside on the pavement looking in at the open window. Indeed there is nothing more interesting than to pick one’s way about among these vast depositories of facts, to make up the lives of men and women, to create their complex minds and households from the extraordinary abundance and litter and confusion of matter which lies strewn about. A thimble, a skull, a pair of scissors, a sheaf of sonnets, are given us, and we have to create, to combine, to put these incongruous things together. There is, too, a quality in facts, an emotion which comes from knowing that men and women actually did and suffered these things, which only the greatest novelists can surpass. Captain Scott, starving and freezing to death in the snow, affects us as deeply as any made-up story of adventure by Conrad or Defoe; but it affects us differently. The biography differs from the novel. To ask a biographer to give us the same kind of pleasure that we get from a novelist is to misuse and misread him. Directly he says “John Jones was born at five-thirty in the morning of August 13, I 862,” he has committed himself, focussed his lens upon fact, and if he then begins to romance, the perspective becomes blurred, we grow suspicious, and our faith in his integrity as a writer is destroyed. In the same way fact destroys fiction. If Thackeray, for example, had quoted an actual newspaper account of the Battle of Waterloo in “Vanity Fair,” the whole fabric of his story would have been destroyed, as a stone destroys a bubble.
But it is undoubted that these hybrid books, these warehouses and depositories of facts, play a great part in resting the brain and restoring its zest of imagination. The work of building up a life for oneself from skulls, thimbles, scissors, and sonnets stimulates our interest in creation and rouses our wish to see the work beautifully and powerfully done by a Flaubert or a Tolstoi. Moreover, however interesting facts may be, they are an inferior form of fiction, and gradually we become impatient of their weakness and diffuseness, of their compromises and evasions, of the slovenly sentences which they make for themselves, and are eager to revive ourselves with the greater intensity and truth of fiction.
It is necessary to have in hand an immense reserve of imaginative energy in order to attack the steeps of poetry. Here are none of those gradual introductions, those resemblances to the familiar world of daily life with which the novelist entices us into his world of imagination. All is violent, opposite, unrelated. But various causes, such as bad books, the worry of carrying on life efficiently, the intermittent but powerful shocks dealt us by beauty, and the incalculable impulses of our own minds and bodies frequently put us into that state of mind in which poetry is a necessity. The sight of a crocus in a garden will suddenly bring to mind all the spring days that have ever been. One then desires the general, not the particular; the whole, not the detail; to turn uppermost the dark side of the mind; to be in contact with silence, solitude, and all men and women and not this particular Richard, or that particular Anne. Metaphors are then more expressive than plain statements.
Thus in order to read poetry rightly, one must be in a rash, an extreme, a generous state of mind in which many of the supports and comforts of literature are done without. Its power of make-believe, its representative power, is dispensed with in favor of its extremities and extravagances. The representation is often at a very far remove from the thing represented, so that we have to use all our energies of mind to grasp the relation between, for example, the song of a nightingale and the image and ideas which that song stirs in the mind. Thus reading poetry often seems a state of rhapsody in which rhyme and metre and sound stir the mind as wine and dance stir the body, and we read on, understanding with the senses, not with the intellect, in a state of intoxication. Yet all this intoxication and intensity of delight depend upon the exactitude and truth of the image, on its being the counterpart of the reality within. Remote and extravagant as some of Shakespeare’s images seem, far-fetched and ethereal as some of Keats’s, at the moment of reading they seem the cap and culmination of the thought; its final expression. But it is useless to labor the matter in cold blood. Anyone who has read a poem with pleasure will remember the sudden conviction, the sudden recollection (for it seems sometimes as if we were about to say, or had in some previous existence already said, what Shakespeare is actually now saying), which accompany the reading of poetry, and give it its exaltation and intensity. But such reading is attended, whether consciously or unconsciously, with the utmost stretch and vigilance of the faculties, of the reason no less than of the imagination. We are always verifying the poet’s statements, making a flying comparison, to the best of our powers, between the beauty he makes outside and the beauty we are aware of within. For the humblest among us is endowed with the power of comparison. The simplest (provided he loves reading) has that already within him to which he makes what is given him—by poet or novelist—correspond.
With that saying, of course, the cat is out of the bag. For this admission that we can compare, discriminate, brings us to this further point. Reading is not merely sympathizing and understanding; it is also criticizing and judging. Hitherto our endeavor has been to read books as a writer writes them. We have been trying to understand, to appreciate, to interpret, to sympathize. But now, when the book is finished, the reader must leave the dock and mount the bench. He must cease to be the friend; he must become the judge. And this is no mere figure of speech. The mind seems (“seems,” for all is obscure that takes place in the mind) to go through two processes in reading. One might be called the actual reading; the other the after reading. During the actual reading, when we hold the book in our hands, there are incessant distractions and interruptions. New impressions are always completing or cancelling the old. One’s judgment is suspended, for one does not know what is coming next. Surprise, admiration, boredom, interest, succeed each other in such quick succession that when, at last, the end is reached, one is for the most part in a state of complete bewilderment. Is it good? or bad? What kind of book is it? How good a book is it? The friction of reading and the emotion of reading beat up too much dust to let us find clear answers to these questions. If we are asked our opinion, we cannot give it. Parts of the book seem to have sunk away, others to be starting out in undue prominence. Then perhaps it is better to take up some different pursuit—to walk, to talk, to dig, to listen to music. The book upon which we have spent so much time and thought fades entirely out of sight. But suddenly, as one is picking a snail from a rose, tying a shoe, perhaps, doing something distant and different, the whole book floats to the top of the mind complete. Some process seems to have been finished without one’s being aware of it. The different details which have accumulated in reading assemble themselves in their proper places. The book takes on a definite shape; it becomes a castle, a cowshed, a gothic ruin, as the case may be. Now one can think of the book as a whole, and the book as a whole is different, and gives one a different emotion, from the book received currently in several different parts. Its symmetry and proportion, its confusion and distortion can cause great delight or great disgust apart from the pleasure given by each detail as it is separately realized. Holding this complete shape in mind it now becomes necessary to arrive at some opinion of the book’s merits, for though it is possible to receive the greatest pleasure and excitement from the first process, the actual reading, though this is of the utmost importance, it is not so profound or so lasting as the pleasure we get when the second process—the after reading—is finished, and we hold the book clear, secure, and (to the best of our powers) complete in our minds.
But how, we may ask, are we to decide any of these questions—is it good, or is it bad?—how good is it, how bad is it? Not much help can be looked for from outside. Critics abound; criticisms pullulate; but minds differ too much to admit of close correspondence in matters of detail, and nothing is more disastrous than to crush one’s own foot into another person’s shoe. When we want to decide a particular case, we can best help ourselves, not by reading criticism, but by realizing our own impression as acutely as possible and referring this to the judgments which we have gradually formulated in the past. There they hang in the wardrobe of our mind—the shapes of the books we have read, as we hung them up and put them away when we had done with them. If we have just read “Clarissa Harlowe,” for example, let us see how it shows up against the shape of “Anna Karenina.” At once the outlines of the two books are cut out against each other as a house with its chimneys bristling and its gables sloping is cut out against a harvest moon. At once Richardson’s qualities—his verbosity, his obliqueness—are contrasted with Tolstoi’s brevity and directness. And what is the reason of this difference in their approach? And how does our emotion at different crises of the two books compare? And what must we attribute to the eighteenth century, and what to Russia and the translator? But the questions which suggest themselves are innumerable. They ramify infinitely, and many of them are apparently irrelevant. Yet it is by asking them and pursuing the answers as far as we can go that we arrive at our standard of values, and decide in the end that the book we have just read is of this kind or of that, has merit in that degree or in this. And it is now, when we have kept closely to our own impression, formulated independently our own judgment, that we can most profitably help ourselves to the judgments of the great critics—Dryden, Johnson, and the rest. It is when we can best defend our own opinions that we get most from theirs.
So, then—to sum up the different points we have reached in this essay—have we found any answer to our question, how should we read a book? Clearly, no answer that will do for everyone; but perhaps a few suggestions. In the first place, a good reader will give the writer the benefit of every doubt; the help of all his imagination; will follow as closely, interpret as intelligently as he can. In the next place, he will judge with the utmost severity. Every book, he will remember, has the right to be judged by the best of its kind. He will be adventurous, broad in his choice, true to his own instincts, yet ready to consider those of other people. This is an outline which can be filled, in at taste and at leisure, but to read something after this fashion is to be a reader whom writers respect. It is by the means of such readers that masterpieces are helped into the world.
If the moralists ask us how we can justify our love of reading, we can make use of some such excuse as this. But if we are honest, we know that no such excuse is needed. It is true that we get nothing whatsoever except pleasure from reading; it is true that the wisest of us is unable to say what that pleasure may be. But that pleasure—mysterious, unknown, useless as it is—is enough. That pleasure is so curious, so complex, so immensely fertilizing to the mind of anyone who enjoys it, and so wide in its effects, that it would not be in the least surprising to discover, on the day of judgment when secrets are revealed and the obscure is made plain, that the reason why we have grown from pigs to men and women, and come out from our caves, and dropped our bows and arrows, and sat round the fire and talked and drunk and made merry and given to the poor and helped the sick and made pavements and houses and erected some sort of shelter and society on the waste of the world, is nothing but this: we have loved reading.
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Imagine a world without books. Imagine a world without schools, libraries, or bookstores. There would be no Huckleberry Finn, Robinson Crusoe, Tom Sawyer, or Alice in Wonderland. There would be no Dr. Seuss, Herman Melville, Edgar Allen Poe, or Stephen King. We would not have our weekly book clubs. Children would have no bedtime stories. What kind of world would we live in without books? Would we even learn how to read? How would we express ourselves or communicate with each other? It is hard to imagine.
However, for some people in our society today this is a harsh reality. Recent studies show that there is a startling decline in how much and how well people are reading (Neary). “Americans are reading fewer books today than in the past,” states Eric Weiner of NPR News. “A poll released…by the Associated Press and Ipsos, a market-research firm, found that the typical American read only four books last year, and one in four adults read no books at all. Book sales have been flat in recent years and are expected to stay that way for the foreseeable future.” More and more people are tuned in to the television or the internet and not opening a book. Poor people, homeless people, small libraries, and even many schools are finding it more difficult to gain access to books due to lack of money, time, and interest.
One has to wonder what this new generation of non-readers is going to lend to the future of our society. Without reading, what will they do? Who will they be? How will the find an escape from the hard realities of life? How will they continue to learn and be enlightened? People who do not read are more likely to do unfavorably on tests and are usually unemployed. It not only impacts academic performance, but also impacts economic performance (Neary). These people will eventually have an enormous impact on the future of our society.
We can all do our part to encourage those who have not experienced the joy of picking up a book. Book clubs are good way for people to gather and discuss books they have just read.
Donna Kelly, an outreach nurse in Cleveland, has started her own book club at 2100 Lakeside Men’s Shelter. Kelly began the club last fall after taking notice to how many homeless men brought books with them to the health clinic she helped run at the shelter.
She found that when she talked to them about the books they were reading, they seemed to trust her more. They talked more freely to her about drugs, abuse, and other things they may not have told her otherwise. And the fervor is catching. A new club has also started at Joseph’s Home, a shelter for homeless men who have recently been discharged from hospitals or have serious health problems. And Kelly is working on starting another one for homeless women and children. (Marino 1-2).
Another excellent way to encourage people to read is through donations. Many programs, such as Donna Kelly’s, would not be possible without those who donate their old books to worthy causes. In 2006, in Hong Kong, a charity sale of donated books attracted 30,000 people and sold 225,000 books. The sale is aimed “at promoting reading, book recycling, and charity” (Books).
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Marcus Tullius Cicero: 'A home without books is a body without soul.'
A home without books is a body without soul.
"A home without books is a body without soul," proclaimed Marcus Tullius Cicero, the renowned Roman philosopher and statesman. This profound quote captures the essence of the eternal companionship between books and the human spirit. It highlights the indispensable role that books play in nurturing the soul and exploring the boundless realms of knowledge and imagination. Books are the windows through which we perceive the world, connect with our inner selves, and ultimately experience life with a greater sense of depth and meaning.At a superficial level, this quote emphasizes the importance of having books in our physical surroundings. A home filled with books symbolizes intellectual curiosity, a thirst for knowledge, and a love for literature. Such an environment fosters a sense of intellectual stimulation and creates a sanctuary for the mind to thrive. Additionally, having books readily available at home encourages reading as a daily habit. Whether it's a fictional narrative, a historical account, or a thought-provoking philosophical piece, books offer a gateway to diverse perspectives and transformative ideas, enriching our understanding of the world.However, beyond the literal interpretation lies a deeper philosophical concept that adds a layer of intrigue to Cicero's quote. It suggests that a home without books not only lacks physical volumes but also lacks the intangible "soul" that books awaken within us. To delve into this concept, one must explore the nature of the human soul itself.In various philosophical and religious traditions, the soul is often considered the essence of a person, the seat of their emotions, thoughts, and consciousness. It is what differentiates us from mere biological entities. The soul is thought to have a thirst for growth, meaning, and connection– a yearning that books satiate in their unique way.Books have the power to transport us to different times, places, and even dimensions of existence. They expose us to diverse perspectives, challenging our preconceived notions and expanding our understanding of the world around us. Through the pages of a book, the soul embarks on a journey of discovery, unlocking new realms of knowledge and experiences that go beyond the confines of our physical existence.Moreover, books provide solace and companionship. They offer refuge in times of solitude, conversing with us in whispers through the words of authors long gone. They evoke emotions, tug at our hearts, and offer a sense of empathy and understanding that can be transformative. Books become faithful companions, nourishing our souls with wisdom and inspiration, and igniting the spark of imagination within us.Contrary to Cicero's quote, one could argue that the soul can indeed find fulfillment in other forms of art or experiences. Music, for instance, has the power to immerse us in an emotional journey, awakening our senses and touching the depths of our being. Visual art, drama, and dance too have the ability to evoke profound spiritual experiences. Nevertheless, even in such cases, books can still play a role. Literary works frequently inspire and influence other art forms. Many musicians find inspiration in the lyrics of poets and novelists, while filmmakers and visual artists often adapt stories from literature to create compelling narratives. In this sense, books continue to infuse the soul of these art forms, reinforcing the profound significance that Cicero's quote implies.In conclusion, Marcus Tullius Cicero's quote, "A home without books is a body without soul," embodies the profound connection between books and the human spirit. It underscores the vital importance of books in our lives, both as physical objects that shape our environment and as intangible gateways to knowledge, imagination, and self-discovery. Books, in their written form, possess the power to feed our souls, awaken our intellect, and transport us to far-off places. They are vessels of wisdom, solace, and companionship that ultimately give life and substance to our existence. So, let us adorn our homes with books, for by doing so, we not only enrich our physical surroundings but also nurture the very essence of our souls.
Marcus Tullius Cicero: 'The wise are instructed by reason, average minds by experience, the stupid by necessity and the brute by instinct.'
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A home without books is a body without soul. "A home without books is a body without soul," proclaimed Marcus Tullius Cicero, the renowned Roman philosopher and statesman. This profound quote captures the essence of the eternal companionship between books and the human spirit. It highlights the indispensable role that books play in nurturing ...
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