Kookamoor said:
That's really interesting. I'd really like to hear other people's channels of thought on this one too. Perhaps if we can narrow down how people came to enjoy literature then we can work out why they read it for pleasure.
I had to read Jane Austen for high school. I loved
Pride and Prejudice, but found it hard to get through
Emma. I also had to read
Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence and wasn't too impressed at all. At the time I was about 16 and objected to having to think about how many times an author used a specific colour and what that colour might mean. I didn't have enough life experience or reading experience to understand what was and wasn't well written.
At uni I had to read Dickens. I liked most of the ones I read, but just couldn't finish
Bleak House. The descriptions in the first few pages of the fog was just too much for me. I also had to read Conrad's
Heart of Darkness. It was short, so didn't take long, but once again, I got bogged down a bit in the descriptiveness of the writing. I felt it was a waste of words. I didn't need that much information on what the harbour was like or how the sun was setting.
I decided to read
War and Peace about 9 years ago. It took me about six months to finish it because I found I had to 'think' so much while I was reading, but that thinking didn't turn me away, in fact it made me want to read more of the classics. I wanted to read the novels that were considered classic literature so that I could judge for myself whether or not they were better than the other books I read.
About 8 years ago I finally decided to give Jane Austen another go. All my friends raved about her and couldn't understand why I didn't appreciate her. I started with
Northanger Abbey and loved it, so continued on to read the rest of them.
I think that in order for me to actually appreciate good literature, I had to want to appreciate it. I had to want to see more than the story and as a 16 year old kid, I guess I wasn't ready to look any deeper into a book then the plot.
I am still not a mature enough reader to tackle some serious literature. Part of this is to do with the amount of time I can spend on my reading at the moment while I'm still a full time graduate student. I don't feel ready to make the committment to sit down with a 'heavy' (heavy in terms of it's complexity and themes) novel and really try to understand it. But I'm working towards it, as there is something about literature that... well, it's hard to put my finger on it because at this stage I don't really know how to define it. I can tell which books I think are literature, but I can't tell you expressly *why*. Like you, ions, I don't want to read a book that I am not ready for, and I don't want to sell my foray into literature short because I do not have the time I feel I need to devote to it. I read my first Dickens last year - David Copperfield - and I just adored it. It made sense to me on a deeper level, and I had a wonderful conversation with my mother about the role of women in the book, and in Dickens' other works. It reminded me of when I first read 'The Cider House Rules' by John Irving, and understood the deeper themes without someone pointing them out for me. I wanted to talk about that book with everyone, but no one else seemed interested
(Where was TBF?!?).
You see, when I read literature, I read it like I read any other book, ie. I read it for enjoyment, so I don't actually study it unless I have to teach it. I don't really enjoy studying books (unless it is something like
Waiting for Godot, which isn't a novel anyway). I like to just read them and take what I get from them. I know this will never give me the deeper kind of meaning I would have gained if I actually studied the book, but I associate study with work and I don't want to feel like I'm working when I'm reading a book for pleasure.
I tried Jane Austen earlier this year, and while I struggled to get through Pride and Prejudice it made me want to read more about the times in which Austen wrote, in order to understand the characters more. I didn't want to dumb it down and just rent the movie in order to understand the story, I wanted to understand the *writing*. I think that's a crucial step.
I alreadymentioned Jane Austen, but it took me a long time to really be able to appreciate her. Now that I have learned how (and this involved me understanding things such as irony), I love her.
So my interest in literature is growing, and I want to be able to appreciate and understand it more. I still read genre fiction and I can't imagine not enjoying a rollicking good fantasy, but I also think there is room for both. I'm looking forward to tackling The Three Muskateers when I return to Australia in the new year. I can see it's mottled yellow cover on my bookshelf already. It's near Tess of the Durbervilles, which I also really want to read. In more modern literature, I'm also going to find some more Tim Winton, which thrills me to bits just thinking about it!
I haven't read
Tess of the Durbervilles. I started to while at uni, but just couldn't get into it. It's one I do want to go back to and see if, now that I am older and have learned a lot, my initial opinion of it has changed.
As for Tim Winton, have you read Cloud Street? I went to see it at the Wharf and had no idea what was really going on, so this led me to the book. It was great!
Like you, I can't imagine not liking genre fiction. Fantasy and romance are the two fiction genres I use to escape, to just read without having to really think about what I'm reading, just follow the story of a few characters rather than have to think about deeper themes and style and the particular use of language, etc.
So to conclude, I think that to really appreciate literature, one needs to want to appreciate it. I have found that once you start reading good literature and get used to it, it is not really such a hard slog. It's more of a pleasant stroll.