Shannon Hale has just written the most insightful and accurate description of what high school and college reading lists do to many passionate young readers that I've ever read. Her experience mirrors my own in many ways, on the high school side at least:
How Reader Girl Got Her Groove BackBut how about you lot on my f-list? Do you find that the
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English as taught in High School: the perfect way to destroy any enjoyment one gets from literature.
My bookworm nature thrived despite English teachers, not because of them.
I had an enlightening experience when I was in Grade 9. Due to my father being on sabbatical, I had half of Grade 9 in one country, and half in another (and in both cases, it was the second half!). It so happened, therefore, that I came in half way through my English class's study of a Shakespeare play (it was Twelfth Night, if I recall correctly). That meant that I had to catch up to where they were up to, by myself, which meant that I read the first half of the play straight through without breaks, like I would read a novel. And I liked it! It wasn't boring, it was a cool story. This Shakespeare dude isn't so bad, I thought. 8-) And yet the way English is taught, everything is
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I loathe that play. Sorry Mr. Shakespeare. 8-(
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I think that experience pretty much killed any incipient snobbery in the bud - OK, it was great Art, but nobody could be expected to get through this stuff without help!
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Which is why I'm NOT getting a PhD. Could I do it? Yes. But I don't want to any more. If writing a thesis about Harry Potter would be committing academic suicide (which is what a professor told me, early in my grad school career)-- then I don't think I want to work within the academic system, thanks. Anyone who would dismiss Robin McKinley and Dorothy Sayers and Lois McMaster Bujold and Lori R. King out of hand because their books are *gasp* genre fiction isn't the kind of person I want to associate with.
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Dissection aside, though, I actually valued my HS reading list for introducing me to the concept of classics. Yes, the snobbish element felt and still feels restrictive in some ways - I don't like being told what to read any more than any other form of peer pressure, and resist them all when I can - but on the other hand, up to then my big literary excursion had been Stephen King's Carrie.
It was a world of possibilities opening, not to be flowery about it, but that's honestly what it felt like. Not only has some of the stuff I studied - Nineteen-Eighty-Four, The Great Gatsby, Death of a Salesman - ended up on my personal favourite list, the grounding I received in how to recognise ( ... )
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