I was walking through a bookstore
yesterday and spotted out of my peripheral the CliffsNotes for Of Mice and
Men. This upset me. Granted, I don’t think anyone
should be allowed to use CliffsNotes or other aids as such unless they have
already read the book on which the Notes have been written. But, come on,
an abbreviated version of Of Mice and Men? How
insulting! First of all, it’s one of the most brilliant pieces of
American literature and, secondly, to read this book is to expose
your mind and heart to questions you’d rather not ask. Plus, a
summary of a book that is only 112 pages, really? How lazy are kids these
days?
I don’t remember how old I was the
first time I read Of Mice and Men. I know it was before I was ever
asked to read it for school. I got on a Steinbeck kick at an early age
and when I came to that book I fell in love. I used to carry a copy of it
around in my back pocket and any spare moment I had I would spend reading, rereading,
studying and being mesmerized by its contents. I took my time, I read it
through the first time, crying with George, laughing with Lennie. Then I
reread it, taking in all the nuances and asking myself what I would’ve done
if put in George’s position. Then I continued to read it, over and
over, enjoying the prose every time as if it were my primordial
reading.
I understand that some
people need extra help deciphering what the author may have been
trying to say. However, if this means totally disregarding the
writer’s true words and reading purely a summary of an otherwise
enlightening and moving text then I don’t believe such cheating should be
allowed. It’s not necessarily cheating when it comes to an educational
establishment’s rules, but it surely is cheating oneself out of a greater
knowledge of literature, the world and what has made each culture what it
is today.
Apart from Of
Mice and Men, three other books had such an impact on me
while growing up. Dickens’ - A Tale of
Two Cities, Golding’s - Lord
of the Flies, and Shakespeare’s - Richard III.
When asked to read A Tale of Two Cities in my 6th grade English class I was thoroughly excited. I was already a Dickens fan, having read Great Expectations, and A Christmas Carol, after reading A Tale of Two Cities I fell in love with Dickens. I read everything by him I could get my hands on. When I find an author I enjoy I want to read everything they have written. I am the same with actors. When I find an actor of whom I admire, I want to see their entire filmography to see their progression throughout their career.
When asked to read A Tale of Two Cities in my 6th grade English class I was thoroughly excited. I was already a Dickens fan, having read Great Expectations, and A Christmas Carol, after reading A Tale of Two Cities I fell in love with Dickens. I read everything by him I could get my hands on. When I find an author I enjoy I want to read everything they have written. I am the same with actors. When I find an actor of whom I admire, I want to see their entire filmography to see their progression throughout their career.
A Tale of Two Cities failed
to grab the attention and interest of my fellow 6th graders. There were
around 3 of us in the grade that actually enjoyed the book and didn’t end up
trying to find the CliffsNotes or some sort of summary of the book in the
encyclopedia (as the Internet wasn’t a popular or readily available
device…remember those days? When research papers actually took research
and not just typing a subject into Google? A topic for another day.)
I’m getting off track here…then again
I don’t know for sure which track I was on to begin with. I just
wanted to say this: Please, if you’re a parent, a teacher, an older
sibling, a friend, anyone who has any say in what someone reads or has some
sort of influence in someone’s life please put a book in their hands.
Find out what they’re interested in, and go from there. And go back, go
back into literature. Mix it up. Have them read newer stuff that
catches their attention and then have them read something from the Greats that
has a similar central theme. We, as a whole, cannot let libraries, books,
reading, writing, the smell and feel of a REAL book…not an electronic
copy…although they are convenient…become just a thing of the past.
Reading is so much fun. It was
a gift and a huge reward growing up when I could cash in my allowance for a new
book (an addition to my Roald Dahl collection most likely). It was a
thrill, opening to the first page of a new book in the back of my parent’s car
trying to see how much I could read before we made it home.
I still adore books. Going to
the library is a twice a week trip for me, and a gift card to a bookstore, or a
brand new book, is the best gift ever given. Thank you to those out
there who spend their lives writing. You each are a leaf on the great
literary tree that is life.
