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The Pleasures of Reading in an Age of Distraction, by Alan Jacobs
The Pleasures Of Reading In An Age Of Distraction
By Alan Jacobs
Hardcover, 162 pages
Oxford University Press
List Price: $19.95
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Can't you read?

I don't mean can you read, like, can you look at this sentence and identify which worm I've spelled incorrectly. I mean, in your busy life — with its dozen screens and four separate calendars and nursery-school pickup times calibrated to an atomic clock for maximum efficiency — do you find you can't make yourself sit down and read a novel? How about one of those long New Yorker pieces? Or even this book review — the whole thing, without once pausing to click this link, the one to the amazing video of the city of Grand Rapids "lipdubbing" "American Pie."

If so — if, as I imagine, it's now nine minutes later and you have Don McLean stuck in your head — then Alan Jacobs' The Pleasures of Reading in an Age of Distraction just might be for you. Yes, it's a little foolhardy to recommend a book as the remedy for an inability to read books — akin to a doctor advising an impotent patient to just try having more sex. But Jacobs' little, witty ode to pleasure found between hardcovers is a useful reminder of the joy of text.

Jacobs, an English professor and a biographer of C.S. Lewis, explains that even in an era of unparalleled reading options — books, Web sites, magazines, blogs, Tumblrs, #Longreads, all of them available on Kindles, Nooks, iPads, laptops, phones, or, whaddyacallit, paper — he sees that many once-avid readers have become diffident. "They wonder if they are reading well," he writes, "with focus and attentiveness, with discretion and discernment."

The solution? "Don't turn reading into the intellectual equivalent of eating organic greens," he urges. Read at whim, without shame and for pleasure.

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Alan Jacobs is a professor of English at Wheaton College in Wheaton, Ill.

Alan Jacobs is a professor of English at Wheaton College in Wheaton, Ill.

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But what if, like me, you still feel the need, no matter how immature, to show well at cocktail parties? "There is an alternative," Jacobs helpfully points out. "It's called lying."

Jacobs is scornful of the kinds of Great Books lists that so often stud treatises about reading. Indeed, one of the pleasures of reading The Pleasures of Reading is watching Jacobs tee off on titles like the "dreadful" 1001 Books to Read Before You Die or Mortimer Adler and Charles Van Doren's How to Read a Book. I particularly enjoyed Jacobs' exasperation with canon father Harold Bloom, whom he calls "positively Athenian" in his snobbery.

Of course, the careful reader — one who follows Jacobs' very astute observation that "many books become more boring the faster you read them" — might come out of The Pleasures of Reading with a book list nonetheless, because Jacobs has a magpie's eye for wonderful quotes from authors famous and obscure. It's pretty clear that he loves J.K. Rowling, The Onion and David Foster Wallace. He cherry-picks some great Auden, and offers a thorough discussion of a story by the near-forgotten sci-fi master R.A. Lafferty.

Best of all is his use of Martin Amis' 1984 masterpiece Money, whose awful hero, John Self, Jacobs treats as something of a patron saint of frustrated readers. Television director Self, trying to impress a girl, endeavors to read Animal Farm, and his paroxysms of self-doubt and confusion still cut to the quick.

Reading takes a long time, though, don't you find? It takes such a long time to get from, say, page 21 to page 30. I mean, first you've got page 23, then page 25, then page 27, then page 29, not to mention the even numbers. Then page 30 ... there's no end to it.

I had no similar problems with the enjoyable The Pleasures of Reading. I read much of it slowly, as Jacobs suggests, and, when necessary, I skimmed, as he recommends. But I read the whole thing. Would I lie?

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The Pleasures of Reading in an Age of Distraction, by Alan Jacobs
The Pleasures Of Reading In An Age Of Distraction
By Alan Jacobs
Hardcover, 162 pages
Oxford University Press
List Price: $19.95
Note: Author's footnotes have been omitted.

Yes, we can!

A while back my teenage son drifted into the room where I was reading, tilting his head to catch the title of the book in my hands. It was that venerable classic How to Read a Book, by Mortimer Adler and Charles van Doren. "Oh man," he said, "I had to read that in school last year. Maybe I learned something about how to read a book, but after that I never wanted to read a book again."

In 1940 Mortimer Adler published the first edition of How to Read a Book and was, he later commented, surprised at its immediate and lasting popularity. Although Adler was unabashedly elitist in some respects — the belief that some books are Great Books and that those are the books most worth reading animated his whole life — How to Read a Book belongs to a fine tradition of American populism. The conviction underlying the whole enterprise was that you need not have an expensive university education in order to be a skillful reader of even the most challenging texts. Rather, you just need a bit of guidance — a single volume's worth of recommended strategies and tactics — and you can take it from here, following your own path to erudition, making yourself worthy of the Great Tradition of which Adler himself was but a humble acolyte. Adler's guide was to reading what Charles Atlas's "Dynamic Tension" program was to bodybuilding: a common-sense, practical program for the average American with some do-it-yourself gumption. (There are passages of exhortation in How to Read a Book that sound quite a lot like Charles Atlas: "With nothing but the power of your own mind, you operate on the symbols before you in such a way that you gradually lift yourself from a state of understanding less to one of understanding more." This is the intellectual equivalent of Atlas's "dynamic tension" approach to bodybuilding, which rather than using weights "pits muscle against muscle.") And in an age when relatively few Americans attended college, and still fewer attended colleges with a liberal-arts emphasis, there was, it turned out, a great hunger for the kind of confident instruction Adler offered.

When, three decades later, Adler enlisted Charles Van Doren to help him revise his guide to reading, the American social fabric had altered considerably. Thanks in large part to the postwar GI Bill, which paid college tuition for returning soldiers, a much higher percentage of Americans were attending college. One might think that in such circumstances Adler's direction would be less valuable. But, he argued, universities focused so much on the dissemination of facts and so little on the pursuit of understanding that the reading abilities of the American public had not been much improved by the rise in college attendance. Moreover, something else had occurred since 1940: television. Americans were becoming ever more distracted and ever less instructed; reading was becoming an increasingly unfamiliar and indeed unnatural practice; and therefore his book remained as timely as it had ever been.

In this claim Adler was probably right. But what would he have said if in 1972 he had been granted a vision of the next thirty years of American history? Seeing the innumerably greater distractions available to us, he may well have given up the cause of reading as a lost one. After all, in 1972 few Americans had access to more than four television stations, and the only computers were elephantine hulks locked in the basements of universities and a few large corporations.

But despite the lamentations of many contemporary Jeremiahs, the cause of reading is not a lost one by any means. There are millions of devoted readers in America, as can be evidenced by the hundreds of enormous Borders and Barnes & Noble bookstores (despite the recent struggles of those chains), by the huge success of Amazon.com as a seller of books, by Oprah's Book Club, and by the most recent NEA survey of reading in America, which reveals a surprising uptick in the reading of literary fiction and other long-form works.

And consider this: in January 2008 Steve Jobs, the head of Apple Computer, was interviewed by reporters from the New York Times, and while Jobs was primarily interested in celebrating Apple's newest products, he was willing to announce his views on other matters as well. For instance, Amazon.com's then-new electronic reading device, the Kindle: "It doesn't matter how good or bad the product is, the fact is that people don't read anymore," he said. "Forty percent of the people in the U.S. read one book or less last year. The whole conception is flawed at the top because people don't read anymore." Two years later he introduced Apple's new product, the iPad, and emphasized the gadget's ties to Apple's new online bookstore and its excellence as a medium for reading newspaper, magazines, and yes, even books. I don't think a highly exploitable clientele of readers spontaneously self-generated between 2008 and 2010.

I meet and talk to and hear from many readers: I regularly get emails and letters from readers of my previous books, and those readers seem to cover a remarkably broad spectrum of education and experience. Just in the past few weeks I have heard from three readers of my biography of C. S. Lewis: an email from a Canadian college student who had written a long post about it on her blog, a letter from a high school student in Florida who had typed and sent to me a one-page review of the book (she liked it overall, but found some passages confusing), and a long handwritten letter from an elderly woman in New York who half-a-century ago had corresponded with Lewis and wanted to give me an account of it. These are limited sorts of conversations, of course, but when I get to talk more fully with readers I discover that for all their enthusiasm they often lack confidence: they wonder whether they are reading well, with focus and attentiveness, with discretion and discernment.

This uncertainty spans the generations but comes in different flavors. I find myself particularly intrigued by younger people who have heard their cohort called "The Dumbest Generation," who are continually told that their addiction to multiple simultaneous stimuli renders them incapable of the seriously focused and singleminded attention that the reading of big thick books requires. Some of them are defiant in response to such charges, but most at least half-believe them. Told over and over again that they can't read, they begin to wonder why they should even try. It's not just teenagers and twenty-somethings who sound such a note; I have heard talk like this from people up to forty and in a few cases older. Many of them say that they used to be able to read but since becoming habituated to online reading and the short bursts of attention it encourages — or demands — simply can't sit down with a book anymore. They fidget; they check their iPhones for email and Twitter updates. Thus Nicholas Carr:

Over the past few years I've had an uncomfortable sense that someone, or something, has been tinkering with my brain, remapping the neural circuitry, reprogramming the memory. My mind isn't going — so far as I can tell — but it's changing. I'm not thinking the way I used to think. I can feel it most strongly when I'm reading. Immersing myself in a book or a lengthy article used to be easy. My mind would get caught up in the narrative or the turns of the argument, and I'd spend hours strolling through long stretches of prose. That's rarely the case anymore. Now my concentration often starts to drift after two or three pages. I get fidgety, lose the thread, begin looking for something else to do. I feel as if I'm always dragging my wayward brain back to the text. The deep reading that used to come naturally has become a struggle.

And he concludes, mournfully, "I miss my old brain." (I'll have more to say about Carr's particular predicament later in this book.) All of these people can read, of course. Those who never have done so can learn, and those who have lost the habit can reacquire it. The plasticity of the brain is an amazing thing, but training it requires effort and patience. I am aware that my "you can do it" rhetoric here echoes Adler and Charles Atlas, not to mention Barack Obama and Bob the Builder. But the American DIY tradition is by no means a contemptible one; it just needs, especially when applied to reading, a little updating. The Adler–Van Doren model, with its decision-tree model of engagement — "If book is of Type 1, apply reading technique C" — and its strongly legislative tone is not ideally suited to today's habits of mind.

Adler and Van Doren are strict taskmasters. A word that appears often in their account is "obligation," and its business end is generally pointed at the book's reader. Their book is a "practical" one, they remind us, intended to foster certain specific results, and "the reader of a practical book has a special obligation with respect to it." If "the reader of a practical book accepts the ends it proposes and agrees that the means recommended are appropriate and effective," then he or she is obliged to follow the book's instructions. It's hard not to have some anxiety about what Adler and Van Doren might do to us if we fail in that obligation.

There's an odd passage in How to Read a Book when Adler and Van Doren are discussing the reading of "canonical" texts. By this, they mean not just religious texts, sacred books, but any books that carry absolute authority within a given community. In discussing this kind of reading Adler and Van Doren retrieve the notion of readerly obligation and give it some extra punch:

The faithful reader of a canonical book is obliged to make sense out of it and to find it true in one or another sense of "true." If he cannot do this by himself, he is obliged to go to someone who can. This may be a priest or rabbi, or it may be his superior in the party hierarchy, or it may be his professor. In any case, he is obliged to accept the resolution of his problem that is offered him. He reads essentially without freedom; but in return for this he gains a kind of satisfaction that is possibly never obtained when reading other books.

When I read the first part of this passage, I discerned a certain skepticism toward the claims made for canonical texts; but that last sentence — "a kind of satisfaction that is possibly never obtained when reading other books" — sounds rather wistful to me, as though Adler and Van Doren wouldn't altogether mind exerting that kind of authority themselves. And that impression is strengthened by the passage I've already quoted in which they stress the obligations of readers to the very kind of book they have written.

I wouldn't be surprised if many readers of How to Read a Book actually like this tone: it is the strongly worded lecture that helps stiffen the backbone, strengthen the resolve. (George Orwell tells the story of a childhood schoolmate of his who did poorly on an examination and afterward wished, mournfully, that he had been caned before it so that he would have studied harder.) After all, among those who wish they were better readers, a good number do tend to think of reading as a means of self-improvement: it is thanks to them that How to Read a Book is still in print. One can certainly read in order to build up intellectual muscles, and I will have a bit to say about that in the pages that follow. But I will have a lot more to say about other matters. Forget for a moment how books should be read: Why should they be read? The first reason — the first sequentially in the story that follows but also the first in order of importance — is that reading books can be intensely pleasurable. Reading is one of the great human delights. And the Charles Atlases of reading rarely remember this.

Mortimer Adler's coauthor, Charles Van Doren, may have realized that there was something unfortunately dutiful about How to Read a Book, because in 1985 he published The Joy of Reading: A Passionate Guide to 189 of the World's Best Authors and Their Works. Adler himself commended the book in a blurb, as did the legendary editor Clifton Fadiman: "Mr. Van Doren is that rarity, a truly well read man who reads not for professional purposes but for pleasure. His book spurs us on to explore more deeply and joyfully the infinitely varied terrain of good books." But for all the talk here of joy, passion, and pleasure, the spell of readerly responsibility is a difficult one to dismiss, as can be seen in Fadiman's own book, The New Lifetime Reading Plan: The Classical Guide to World Literature, the key word here being Plan. Indeed, Van Doren's guide, however passionate it may be, sticks with the canonical authors almost as methodically as Fadiman's does, and concludes the book with, yes, a "Ten-Year Reading Plan," whose contents and sequence are "more than merely suggestive." Now, Van Doren may earn some populist bona fides by adding to his list, in a revised 2008 edition, J. K. Rowling and, of all people, Carl Hiaasen — but there's something odd about such writers ending up on a list, which is intrinsically directive, instructive, authoritative.

This self-help, self-improvement model of reading seems deeply embedded in American cultural life: even Michael Dirda, a wonderfully sensitive and humane reader-critic, in his Book by Book, can't resist offering a master list of sixteen works and asserting that if you just read these particular texts with care, "nearly all of world literature will be an open book to you." Really? "Nearly all of world literature," and I just have to read these sixteen? Cause yields effect so automatically?

(It's the kind of thing Americans love to believe, and have for a long time: in 1835 the Christian evangelist Charles Finney, later the first president of Oberlin College, affirmed that "the connection between the right use of means for a [religious] revival and a revivalis as philosophically [i.e., scientifically] sure as between the right use of means to raise grain and a crop of wheat. I believe, in fact, it is more certain, and there are fewer instances of failure." Growing wheat, converting people to Christianity, opening the whole world of literature to people — it's all just a matter of appropriate instrumentation, of applying the proper technique, of carefully following the instructions.)

It would be easy enough to dismiss Adler and Van Doren and Fadiman et al. for pedantry, but as I have already indicated the American reading public, or a significant chunk of it anyway, can't take its readerly pleasure straight but has to cut it with a sizable splash of duty. Books that aren't certifiably good for you are, in this way of thinking, to be suspected — and to read for "entertainment," or the sheer pleasure of the thing, verges on the morally unjustifiable. Thomas C. Foster's How to Read Literature Like a Professor and How to Read Novels Like a Professor tap into many of the same anxieties: they suggest that reading is best done by highly trained, professionally accredited experts; the implicit promise is that such expertise is at least partially transferable to the ordinary reader.

As a professor of literature, I must say that when I first saw Foster's books I thought, "Read like a professor? Good Lord, anything but that!" (Although, of course, Foster's imagined professor is an ideal one.) I sympathize with the view of academic reading that the novelist Zadie Smith articulated in an interview a few years ago:

My main feeling is that my time as a student, especially my last year, was genuinely the happiest period of my life. But — BIG BUT — there were many things about academic life that I found unbearably oppressive and absurd. There's so much of one's real lived experiences that you have to leave at the gates. There's something about English departments in particular — a kind of desperate need to be serious, to be professional, to police this very ambiguous and necessarily amorphous act, reading — that I find hard to deal with... . I always feel a disappointment coming out of English departments, as if all these brilliant people are gathered and poised to study something and all they have to study is ... these things? Novels? But they're so ... smooshy... . It depresses me, how embarrassed some people seem to be about novels, how much they want them to be something else.

But however attractive this promise of expertise — or the similarly directive step-by-step approach of Adler and Van Doren, or the eat-your-vegetables lists of approved authoritative texts provided by Fadiman — can be for some, for others it only makes reading feel like drudgery. My son is one such person: it was the aroma of Responsibility, Obligation, and Virtue emanating from How to Read a Book that sent him fleeing. And there are many people like my son among the ranks of diffident readers, embarrassed non-readers, and guilt-stricken ex-readers — especially among natives or long habitués of the digital world. So I want to offer a very different model of what reading can be all about.

Excerpted from The Pleasures of Reading in an Age of Distraction by Alan Jacobs. Copyright 2011 by Alan Jacobs. Excerpted by permission of Oxford University Press.

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