Guest Post by Morbo
Some of you might not like what I have to say today. Some of you might even accuse me of having my head up my posterior, as occurred last week. But hey — you don’t come here to be bored, right?
Here it goes: Comic books aren’t literature. I bring this up because of a recent Washington Post article about what kids are reading in public schools these days. The piece quoted “experts” who asserted that many of the books assigned to kids are too hard and turn them off to reading. It pointed out that many kids would rather read “graphic novels.”
I’m sure they would. I’m sure lots of other kids would rather play computer games in school and blow off math class. That does not mean we let them.
I will concede that some schools probably get carried away and assign tough books too early. The answer to that is to assign age-appropriate material, not race to the dregs of publishing.
Let’s consider the term “graphic novel.” This is a euphemism for “comic book.” I don’t care if “graphic novels” are longer and don’t always feature heroes in tights and capes. I don’t care if some have won awards. If what you are reading features pictures of people and word balloons, you are reading a comic book.
Comic books have their place. Sure, kids like them. After all, fast-paced stories about superheroes and monsters are fun. I suppose even a little exposure to them in school is not the end of the world.
But English education must eventually center on real literature. And real literature isn’t just about a fast-moving plot and a clever story.
Real literature teaches us something about the human condition and perhaps even ourselves. It offers things a beach thriller never can. (For more on the power of real literature, I recommend “Why Read?” by Mark Edmundson.)
If we don’t push our youngsters in school, if we fail to introduce them to real literature, we are consigning them to life of thrillers about lawyers, cops and cats that solve mysteries. They deserve more. They deserve an encounter with real literature — books that have the potential to change your perspective and maybe even your life. Public schools have an obligation to at least offer this to every kid — even if many reject the gift.
I would submit there is a political dimension to this as well, although one often overlooked. An introduction to real literature, I believe, can broaden a person’s perspective and has the potential to make him or her a better and more thoughtful citizen all around. It’s no guarantee, but at least the potential is there.
I’m convinced that no one in the Bush gang has ever read a real book. It would show if they had. Consider the ongoing debate over the role of torture in the “war on terror.” One of the oldest themes in literature is the idea that as we fight the thing we fear the most, we must take caution lest we become that thing. This apparently never occurred to anyone at the White House because they couldn’t get through “Animal Farm.”
In 2000, Al Gore was ridiculed by right wingers when he told an interviewer that one of his favorite books is Stendhal’s “The Red and the Black.” In a stunning display of the anti-intellectualism that marks modern conservatism, right-wingers openly mocked Gore as an out-of-touch egghead.
I can only wonder how many dead Americans and Iraqis would be alive now if we had that egghead in the White House — a man who reads real literature and learns from it — instead of an uncurious, literature-spurning boob whose last major literary accomplishment was getting through “My Pet Goat.”