Last night, Jerusha and I saw the legend herself, Barbara Cook, in the Broadway show Sondheim on Sondheim at Studio 54. (Yes, they've taken down the cocaine spoon.) In this ingeniously staged review of Sondheim's hits, flops, and almosts, Barbara sang "I Read" from Passion, which so perfectly captures the intellectual reasons for turning to books that are pure escapist pleasure trips.
I do not read to think. I do not read to learn.
I do not read to search for truth
I know the truth, the truth is hardly what I need.
I read to dream.
I read to live. In other people's lives.
I read about the joys, the world
Dispenses to the fortunate,
And listen for the echoes.
I read to live,
To get away from life...
I read to fly, to skim -
I do not read to swim.
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I guess for me, what I'm looking for is a chord that resonates with me, whether it's the author's voice, their storyline, or some intangible quality in the book. If I want to escape, I watch bad T.V. Mark always finds it funny that I can watch hours and hours of mindless T.V. but not tolerate escapist films or books. I really don't know why that is. Maybe it's because a television program generally only demands a half an hour of my time, whereas a movie demands more, and a book even more.
Anyway, I think we all have different reasons for enjoying books. And I don't mind escapism if it points to something greater.
A) the song's not about you
or
B) it was much more profound when Barbara Cook sang it.
I'm dealing with a very stressful family situation right now, and if I didn't have my Kindle (and my own WIP) to escape to...
So sorry to hear about your situation, Colleen. I'm glad you have that Kindle.
Ha, you've unknowingly tapped into my "writer without a genre" angst.