Reflections of a reformed reader

I read books once pre monastic years ago. A time when physically holding something still, a book, for extended lengths of time wasn’t tiring or stressful. Or at least didn’t notice! The other day I bought two books on a whim at a charity shop and I’m nearly through the second one. No serious consequences physically or in other way that I can tell. The difference from then to now is this. I’m not devouring the books, I’m savouring them, taking small bites and chewing well! Taking in just a few pages at a sitting and not rushing on skimming lengthy descriptions to get to the action. The  blueness of sky and the rasping of water over rock, the whispering wind in the quivering aspen etc. etc. Or jumping to the end to find ‘what happens’.

These particular books need nursing too – they are charity books. Paper backs are not constructed to last, my copy of Zane Grey’s Riders of the Purple Sage was published in 1990, it’s showing it’s age.  Before I start to read I have to gather the loose pages into two handfuls – the binding is shot. The pages are a pleasing tone of brown, brittle to the touch and smelling as only old books can.

In my room at Shasta these past days, or weeks is it, I’ve ridden long and fast across southern Utah, listened to Lassiter’s spurs clinking across Jane Withersteen’s cool enclosed and safe courtyard surrounded by Cottonwoods and snuck up of them thievin’ rustlers holed up in Deception Pass. Zane Grey put words to the West and then we got the Western movie. Later.

You might think I’m wasting my time and that’s how I regarded books – time wasters. Until recently. There is now both a joy and an education in reading I’ve greater appreciation for and that comes from my efforts of writing this blog. Just the construction of sentences and the use of words circ 1912 when ‘Riders’ was first published is breath taking. I’d not dream of putting words together like Zane Grey does, not dare. But now I might give it a try, be more daring, more adventurous.

Somebody I know and respect said ‘Readers write and writers read’. It’s a symbiotic relationship past the obvious and there is deep purpose in reading, in writing too. This evening I bumped into a thinker and writer who answering the question. What is literature for? in an animated video. It turns out we would be lesser people in every respect for not having read books. So much for my early prejudices around reading. Reading is good for you – therefore I’ll not read! Or I’ll use reading to escape pain, well into the wee hours.

Number four reason for reading:

All of our lives, one of our greatest fears is of failure, of messing up, of becoming, as the tabloids put it, “a loser.” Every day, the media takes us into stories of failure. Interestingly, a lot of literature is also about failure — in one way or another, a great many novels, plays, poems are about people who messed up… Great books don’t judge as harshly or as one-dimensionally as the media…

But the real clincher for a reason to read is this:

Literature deeply stands opposed to the dominant value system — the one that rewards money and power. Writers are on the other side — they make us sympathetic to ideas and feelings that are of deep importance but can’t afford airtime in a commercialized, status-conscious, and cynical world.

Spare a thought for those writers beavering away alone in a basement, rejections outnumbering acceptances, family and friends looking on. – Wondering, worrying some. Them writers I know are humble people and I think it is the writing that makes them so.

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8 thoughts on “Reflections of a reformed reader”

  1. Thank you for those thoughts. By writing I find that I am able to ‘release’ thoughts that have been rattling about, like trapped blue-bottles. Sometimes they just buzz off, other times they demand more attention and then buzz off. Conversely reading frequently brings up more ‘ideas’ which give focus to buzzy thoughts, which become blue-bottles! By the word ‘reading’ I do mean general novels, not dharma.

  2. Dear Reverend Master Mugo,
    From one writer to another, I’m glad that you’ve rediscovered the joy of reading. Thank you as well for the words of wisdom about failure. When one’s hopeful expectations crash headlong into reality, it’s difficult to keep perspective and remember that what hit the wall was really just an idea, a made-up story of how things were supposed to be. There’s a book I think you’d like about the value of art and literature not as commodity but as gift-giving: The Gift by Lewis Hyde. Maybe you’ve read it but if not I recommend it.

  3. Thank you for you’re blog on writing Rev. Mugo. Having taken up writing in a couple of years ago I can now say that writing is now part of who I am and that includes reading!



  4. I love it — a kindred spirit reader/writer. And one who actually tackled Zane Gray. Tell me, have you ever read the works of Tony Hillerman? An addiction of mine few decades back. That is, after I cycled through Zane’s works. He spent time in Oregon, you know.

    But then so did the guy who wrote Jonathon Livingston Seagull, and other classics. I think his name was Richard Bach. Must be something about the air around here, and there, too, in Mt. Shasta.

    You have talent, and the impulse to write and that explains the blog. I’m convinced that the creative impulse that resides in all of us has to come out somehow, and yours is definitely showing up.

    William Shakespeare said, “More people should use their library.” (Othello Act 3, Scene 4)

    And Benjamin Franklin said:
    “If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are rotten,
    either write things worth reading, or do things worth

    You are doing that. Looking forward to your next blog….:-)
    Nancy Anderson

  5. I agree with all the comments here and although I have done some writing from time to time my principal outlet is in making art, – mainly painting and sculpture.

    It is act of making from the concept/idea through to the finished work that to me is the essence of it all. Undoubtedly an offering. That I think applies to ALL art forms whether it be writing, music or the plastic arts.

    Just like Jade, smiling/nodding/smiling.


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