The Book Pilgrim

Reading Rainbow

I read an encouraging, and very well-written, article lately on one of the blogs I follow, Dangerous Intersection.

The National Endowment for the Arts recently announced an increase in the reading habits of Americans, the first such increase in over twenty years.

The author’s commentary echoes my own thoughts in its excitement and relief at this important indicator. Like the author, I’ve never been able to fully understand the lack of motivation to read. Certainly, I’ve had friends who spend their time and energy on other activities, and I can understand how there are other ways to obtain information in our digital age, but books are special and unique in a way that other media simply isn’t. Unlike television programming, which caters to the masses, the majority of literature isn’t written to an agenda, a political end, or to meet the societally-acceptable standards of its time. In fact, frequently books are written to counteract these very concepts.

From a more selfish perspective, I don’t think I can put it better than the author:

“Reading, I believe, is the best way we have to gain access to the world short of physically immersing ourselves in different places and cultures. Even for those who have the opportunity and resource to travel that extensively, reading provides a necessary background for the many places that will be otherwise inaccessibly alien to our sensibilities.”