Songbird has been panting at the foot of the bookcase for
three years. It was three years ago that I, in my agoraphobic longing to burrow
into my books and couch cushions with muffin and coffee, decided to test young
ears on Jane Austen’s humor. It was only because we had read aloud every
appropriate book in all those shelves and it was too hot to go to the library.
It was a brief experiment, chiefly in my ability to explain every blasted
sentence. It ended in relief on the part of Gale Force and tears on the part of
Songbird, who understood nothing, but already knew enough to wish to.
This year, to her hand-clapping delight, I tried it again.
We are halfway through, and I have had to explain one or two things. There have
been one or two moments of delicious snark that failed to elicit a laugh, and I
could be tempted to think I jumped the gun.
Here why it’s not too soon.
1. She is delighted. She wants to hear another
chapter, and another. She giggles at 75 % of the humorous parts. She comments astutely
on the most ridiculous characters. If she is hanging in and having fun, she is
picking up enough to benefit. Marinating in beautiful and witty language is
always beneficial. Delighting, even 75%, in story is the foundation of a lifelong
love affair with books.
2. She is asking good questions. “What did that mean?”
after every sentence and paragraph tells you the writing is too advanced. “What
is an entail?” tells you it’s mostly sinking in. “You will not improve as a
reader if all you read are books that are well within your capacity,” says Mortimer
Adler, but he is not speaking primarily of literature. My biggest worry was
that I would divulge the plot twists before her mind was ready for the beauty. I
made Geronimo sit out the last four Harry Potter books last year because I knew
she was missing most of the plot but was sure she would remember who died. That
is all spoiler and no benefit. But as long as the questions indicate general
understanding (and enjoyment) you can’t really spoil anything. Because….
3. First reads are all about getting over the plot
hurdles. The magic of the best books actually happens in the subsequent
reads, when the pages have softened and the corners bent. This time through,
Songbird doesn’t yet know what happens. She is falling in love with the
style and wit, learning to sit taller and prick her ears because she doesn’t
want to miss the subtleties. But she will inevitably miss a great many because she
is trying to follow the action.
But next time! Next time, she will curl up with it in her
bed, and she will already know what happens. The magic begins to work when you are
free to dwell in the moments between the action. Your eyes won’t
fly to the next piece of a puzzle, but will linger over hints and phrases and
skillful wordplay that you missed that first, anxious time.
Anything worth reading is worth reading again. If you found
out whodunnit and have no need to pick it up again, it might have been
entertaining, but it probably had no soul-molding value. Let’s just let C.S.
Lewis say it better and have done.
“An unliterary man may be defined as one who reads books
once only. . .It is the quality of unexpectedness, not the fact
that delights us… We do not enjoy a story fully at the first reading. Not till
the curiosity, the sheer narrative lust, has been given its sop and laid
asleep, are we at leisure to savour the real beauties. Till then, it is like
wasting great wine on a ravenous natural thirst which merely wants cold
wetness.” (On Stories)
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