Read the World - #1 - An Introduction
Read the World - #1
Holy dung, I'm blogging again.
I say again, I don't think it really counted the first three thousand times I attempted to do so. Who knows, maybe this time won't count either, unless I continue to at least attempt to take it seriously.
However, I did want to begin anew as, in the craziness of pandemic mania, a new way of working, of living and of existing in the increasingly blurry lines between the two, I have come to find a major source of relaxation and reconnecting with myself: reading. Namely, reading fiction books.
Understandably, for a lot of people this isn't exactly groundbreaking or innovative, but for me it is a really pivotal phenomenon.
Even before the days of pandemic, when the world was still in easy-enough mode, I really struggled to read fiction books.
I think for most people this might be a bit strange. Fiction is escapism, even before we were cooped up in our own homes for days, weeks, months on end, fiction was a brilliant way of escaping life's other monotonies. Monotonies such as 'the commute' (especially if, like me, you are from a large metropolis and a commute to the place of work can take anything up to two hours each way); waiting for the dishwasher to finish; waiting for something to finish cooking, or even just taking a quiet hour for oneself to literarily divest of other quotidian mundanities that would otherwise be absolutely mind-numbingly dull.
That being said, for me, fiction has traditionally been difficult to digest. I've been trying to come up with reasons as to why, but I'm not entirely sure myself. I just always preferred fact, reference books, books that I did not have to read from the first page to the last in order, books from which I could learn something that was undebatable (well, more or less) and that I could use in my every day life, whether professionally or, more often than not, socially. As a keen linguist, I've bought books on various languages - even if I was only visiting the country where it is spoken for a single weekend.
Besides preferring reading non-fiction books, my preferred method of relaxation and escapism was also traditionally music. I enjoy music of all genres, and have always been keen on finding musicians from many different cultures, countries and linguistic areas. I think this actually started when I was obsessed with the music of Amy Winehouse. As an artist, she was took inspiration from a variety of different cultures and styles and didn't shy away from leaving her comfort zone. Fast forward a few years and the rise in popularity of non-Anglophone musicians such as ROSALÍA and Christine & the Queens, I would say that today, I listen to more music in languages I do not understand, than languages I do. And I love it, all the same. That's the brilliant thing with music. Because it is sounds, and sounds invoke feelings, tastes, sometimes colours (unfortunately I do not have synaesthesia, though), you don't necessarily need to understand the written lyric. A song can make you feel happy, sad, excited, hungry, bored, melancholy or brave. (Besides - how many supposedly English-language songs do I know, of which I don't understand a single word, and certainly not the words when put together the way they have been by the songwriter? I'll take my chances with an uplifting Turkish bop, thanks.)
That being said, here I am, writing about reading. Maybe at another stage, I'll write about my music taste (oh boy, you should find the patience and strength for that...)
As 2021 draws to a close, I have re-discovered my love for the written word, and a cracking story.
But.
There is slightly more to this simple idea. Now that I have re-discovered reading, I want to make a conscious decision to broaden my horizons somewhat, the way I have done with the music I listen to.
This time, I am making sure to try and read at least one book from every country in the world, by indigenous authors. Of course, I am never going to limit my reading and if I enjoy a genre, series, or particular author's work, I don't see the need to avoid it for the sake of only reading the world, but, to quote the popular meme, "why not both?"
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