Showing posts with label philip hensher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label philip hensher. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

The Society of Slow Readers

I am, as I've admitted before, a slow reader and (fairly) unashamedly so these days. I like to think I compensate by reading extra carefully ... and much of the time I also have a pen in hand to scribble notes and occasional ouchy proofreading corrections). Also, because I review, I do tend to double back on myself and do a fair bit of rereading. I suppose it doesn't help either that I usually have several books on the go at any one time, and read just in odd moments whenever I can find the space and time. (Usually during coffee breaks and over lunch.)

Raman admits he's a slow reader too :
I can't read more than one hour at a stretch -- I will have to get up, go for a walk, get a drink, eat something, and then come back to the book. It took me two weeks to finish reading Milan Kundera's The Curtain and JM Coetzee Diary of a Bad Year, but I was reading other books at the same time. But typically I take about two weeks to finish a book unless it is one of those huge tomes, which I largely avoid these days anyway.
He was responding to Michael Henderson in the Telegraph writing about novelist/critic Philip Hensher's claim :
... that he had read five novels a week, every week, since he was five years old. As he is in his 43rd year, that means he has read at least 9,880 novels in his well-thumbed life.
Is it possible? I think perhaps it is. The fastest reader I know is a friend I used to teach with, who can dispatch a literary novel in an evening and talk about it in depth the next morning. I wouldn't be surprised if she could equal Hensher's total.

But I'm not like that. Nor is Henderson who goes on :
What a relief it was, last year, to learn of Milan Kundera's opinion that he based his reading on the premise that he got through books at the rate of 20 pages an hour. How the Society of Slow Readers enjoyed that confession!

There are those who read quickly, but many more, I fancy, are closer to Kundera's estimation than Hensher's. Keen reader that I am, I reckon I have done pretty well if, having spent three hours with a book, I have got through 100 pages.

Once I regretted being a slowcoach. Now I am content with my lot. It's like a cricketer building an innings. If a book is worth reading, it must be absorbed, sentence by sentence, which often means re-reading paragraphs if they are tricky - or if they are delightful. If others are able to zip through books, skimming the pages, it is a matter for them.
Even if I could physically read faster, I don't think that I would want to ... I find I need non-reading time in between chapters, in between books, to let the words knock around in my head and examine them. Even when I'm not actually sitting there with the book in my hands, I still keep visiting the world created by that book and examining its effect on me. That's my excuse anyway.

Francine Prose who recommends savouring books rather than racing through them, is of course entirely right. Prose' list of "117 books to be read immediately" can be found online on bookofjoe's blog.

(Pic is The Readers 111 by homo_sapiens on Flickr)