Thursday 6 February 2014

The Reading Habit, by Sue Purkiss

When I ask people when and how they learnt to read, they often struggle to remember. I learnt quite early, before I started school, and I remember it clearly. Dad used to read me Ladybird books, particularly the fairy stories - Cinderella, The Sleeping Beauty, Snow White. We didn't have many books, so he read them over and over again, and eventually, I learnt them off by heart. At first I just pretended I was reading them, but quite soon I didn't have to pretend - I knew how the words corresponded to the signs on the page. And that was it. I was off. I read everything I could get hold of, even the Children's Book of General Knowledge - a series of dusty blue volumes, old even then, which looked very dull but actually contained a treasure hoard.

I used to lie on the floor on my front, with my forehead against one of those armchairs with little wooden legs and the book underneath the chair; my mother, not unreasonably, used to tell me off and say that I'd ruin my eyes, but I didn't take any notice - though why on earth I found this position so comfortable, I cannot now imagine. Later, once I could join the junior school library and the school library, I happily steamed through as many books as I could borrow. The children's library in Ilkeston was separate to the adult library, but before
I was old enough to join the adult library, I used to borrow my sister's tickets and get books from there too. (I still remember chancing on the middle volume of The Lord Of The Rings, and then requesting the first and the third - and feeling desolate when I'd finished, because I'd had to leave the world of the hobbits.) Then, after an unfortunate (for everyone concerned - don't ask) spell as a shampoo girl in Keith Hall and Barry, I settled happily into a Saturday job at the library - which meant there was no limit to the number of books I could take out.

There was a shortish hiatus in my reading habit when I did an English degree - what with having to acquaint myself with the entirety of English literature from Beowulf to John Osborne, reading for pleasure took a back seat till I'd finished - when I happily read through all the James Bond novels as a way of cleansing my reading palate and getting back on track.

Since then I've continued to read a completely eclectic mix of fiction and non-fiction. The way I read has changed, I think, since I started writing seriously, about fifteen years ago. Where once I entered the world of a novel fairly uncritically, judging it mostly on whether it was convincingly like real life or not, and according to some vague standard relating to whether it was 'well-written', now I read on two levels. On the one level, I still enter the world of the novel and suspend disbelief. But on the other, I notice plot holes, inconsistencies, characters who appear and disappear for no useful reason, too-obvious attempts to manipulate the reader's emotions. And I notice clever things too; the way an awkward time gap is handled, the way a writer cleverly withholds a bit of significant information, the way a fantasy world has been made to seem real.

Recently, I've noticed that something else has changed the way I read. It's an e-reader. I first had one because I thought it would be useful for travelling; just before that, I went on holiday for a couple of weeks with  a limited amount of luggage space, because I was travelling by Ryanair. I pondered for hours as to how to make sure I'd got enough to read while I was away - and I didn't get it right: I had nothing left to read for the journey back. This made me very bad-tempered. (It wasn't the only thing. A Ryanair hamburger also had a great deal to answer for.) An e-reader - mine happened to be a Kindle - certainly avoids that problem.

But the change I've noticed isn't to do with that. It's to do with reading series. I first noticed it when I got
hooked on Lindsey Davis's Falco novels. I was reading one when I was away, visiting family abroad. I finished it, and, very cleverly, the publisher offered me the chance to read the first chapter of the next one.

Hooked. Without a struggle. A few clicks, and the next book was there for the reading. No ordering from a library, no going out to a bookshop, no waiting for an online order to arrive. Just pure, uninterrupted reading pleasure.

Just before Christmas, I was out of detective novels to read. I should say I read lots of other things beside detective novels, but there are times when only a detective novel will do. This was one of them. So I put out a request for recommendations on Facebook. As most of my Facebook friends are writers, this yielded splendid results. To start, I downloaded the first Amelia Peabody mystery, by Elizabeth Peters (recommended by Joan Lennon), and the first Charlie Resnick novel, by John Harvey (recommended by Tony Bradman, among others).

The Amelia Peabody books are delightful. Amelia is a nineteenth century Egyptologist, who, together with her redoubtable husband Emerson, encounters and defeats an astonishing number of adversaries in an array of pyramids, souks and tombs. They're funny and very entertaining: they can be read separately, but they build if you read them in sequence.

So do the Resnick novels. Charlie Resnick is a police inspector of Polish origin, who lives in Nottingham. He
is scruffy, he's divorced, he makes the most amazing sandwiches and lives off little else, he's tall but overweight, he's kind and intuitive. So he's a great character. I read the first book and quite enjoyed it but wasn't totally hooked. Then, after reading a few other things in between, I downloaded the second book. This time, I was hooked, and now I've read all eleven of them.

And it's just really struck me that, reading them this way, one straight after the other, you get a much better sense of the overall story arc, beyond the story arc of each individual book. At he same time as he's creating a complex plot for each novel, Harvey is developing the stories, not just of Charlie, but of the other characters too. He's showing how what happens in one life impacts on the other lives, not just immediately, but over time. And he's showing what it is to live in a city, how the city's changing, how life for all of us is changing in the 21st century. Really, he's writing one enormous work, which has within it a series of linked stories - in a way that, for instance, wonderful as she was, Agatha Christie didn't really do: Miss Marple doesn't change a lot from one book to the next, and nor does her world.

And it's reading the series on a Kindle that's made it easier for me to see that. Of course, the result would have been the same if I'd bought the whole series as print books and read them one straight after another; but that's something I've never done. The closest would have been to buy a compilation of four Miss Marples, or four Hercule Poirots. With a Kindle, the books are cheaper, and downloading them is instant - it's those two factors that alter the reading experience.

It's also made me think differently about how to plan a series of books for children. But that's another story.

14 comments:

Tamsyn Murray said...

This is fascinating, Sue. I wonder long it will be before children are reading as much on e-readers as adults? There will have to be better controls - all too easy to download something inappropriate but that's a discussion for another day.

In the meantime, I'm off to discover America Peabody...

Tamsyn Murray said...

Or Amelia (bloomin' autocorrect)

Joan Lennon said...

"Sometimes only a detective novel will do" - that's very true. And now I'm off to try your unusual reading position - if you don't hear from me soon, I've got stuck ...

Sue Purkiss said...

I couldn't do it now. I must have been very much in the way - no wonder Mum got irritated. And why...? We had perfectly good chairs!

Penny Dolan said...

Sue, this is so true. I had a patch a while back - a few months after a Venice trip - where I read through the Donna Leon Brunetti series. Although individual books varied - some enjoyed more than others - the writer's main themes grew stronger, the concerns more insistent, and one also "read" the changes in the ageing character/s as well as the city developing over time, both the authors real time and the series time. On the other hand, while away from home, I read three "amusing" Agatha Raisins and could bear the thought of going into that world any more. I have better hopes of Amelia!

However, not being one who shares my kindle, I don't like the way that I can't hand over a book I enjoyed to other people. And how much - having just done tax returns - it lures you to spend over a year.

Sue Purkiss said...

All true, Penny. The not being able to share business is very annoying. I also find it inconvenient that you can't easily riffle through the pages to check on something you've missed or forgotten. I'm not at all saying I prefer the Kindle to print books - just that it's interesting to note that it has its advantages!I do feel quite excited that it can actually enrich the experience of reading in ways I hadn't expected.

John Dougherty said...

Really interesting, Sue.

Of course, it wasn't so long ago that you could also race through a whole series simply by being a member of your local library. Underfunding has removed that particular pleasure...

Sue Purkiss said...

Yes, but it has to be said, you'd be lucky to be able to race through them in order. I've read some of the Donna Leon Inspector Brunetti books from the library - but they didn't have them all, and anyway other people were reading them - so you wouldn't necessarily get to read them in the right order, or close together - so you don't get the full effect. Unless you're blessed with an extremely retentive memory, of course.

Savita Kalhan said...

When I was growing up the children's library was separate to the adult library, so when I'd read everything in the kid's library I begged the librarian in the adult library to let me in! I remember The Kraken Wakes was in the adult library and I wanted it, and so was the Lord of the Rings. Luckily for me she let me in two years early! John Harvey has passed my by, so I'm off to discover his work on my kindle. Thanks, Sue.

Paeony Lewis said...

I remember that cover!I adored looking at the gowns in the Cinderella Ladybird book, Sue. It belonged to my sister and I was so envious!
And yes, Amelia Peabody is glorious melodrama (and I'm always a sucker for a bit of romance - such a girly!).
As for Kindle, I agree, reading series books is so easy, though sometimes I get literary indigestion and the same phrases become rather obvious.

catdownunder said...

Doing a doctorate and then a law degree and getting International Literacy Year off the ground all ate into my reading what I wanted to read time. What I then discovered was that people kept telling me I "must" read certain books. It took a little while for me to realise there is no such thing as "must" read a certain book. What is much more important is to read a lot of books, not to waste time on those which do not interest me and to make very sure that there is always something new to read. (Currently reading "Rooftoppers" and loving it.)

Sue Purkiss said...

Absolutely, Cat - will look up 'Treetoppers'. Paeony, you're right about the repeated phrases and devices - they do stand out when you read a series back to back. Can't think of an example at the moment. Must note things down...

Heather Dyer said...

Blimey, those ladybird books take me back. As for detective novels, suppose you've read 'Gaudy Nights' by Dorothy L Sayers. Loved it...

Sue Purkiss said...

Certainly have, Heather, and very much enjoyed it.