What's worse is that I can only unhelpfully lament the current state of literature in education -- I have no idea how we may improve the system...
What's worse is that I can only unhelpfully lament the current state of literature in education -- I have no idea how we may improve the system...
at the rate of one fucking chapter a week
I always remember Flowers for Algernon, a book which we read as part of English class. I devoured it in about 2-3 days and it was definitely the first book to ever make me cry. Like, that book is fucking incredible. I told the teacher next day - who (wisely) said I shouldn't share this with fellow students lest I get mocked.
4 weeks later we're being asked questions about the motivations of characters. Or what do we think the author meant by this paragraph. All in chapter 4.
I couldn't remember, I didn't care. The book had a profound interest on me and nobody else was actually reading it. Just micro-analysing all possible joy out of it. Ugh.
Half the use of the classes was getting a syllabus someone had gone to great lengths to organize around an expert knowledge of some area or string of thought.
I usually found a good deal of value, even when the author or work was not to my specific taste.
My classical literature class had a cycle exclusively on Antigone. I was and am not as enamored by that play as was my instructor and the critic George Steiner who we were asked to read. But to loathe the requirement and not focus on deriving the best possible value from that assignment would've been a waste of money.
At least it's not The Great Gatsby (blegh) 8 chapters of annoyance and one lonely chapter of actual non-world building.
That depends on many factors, including the particular book, the "coolness" of the teacher, the age of the pupil, etc. Poetry finally clicked for me in my final year of high school when we were assigned one single poet I had never read before (and definitely wouldn’t have never read if he hadn’t been assigned in school). I was so fascinated by this mandatory reading that I bought the poet’s collected works, then began reading verse by his contemporaries, and so on and so forth.
Now, years after leaving high school, I actually find myself reading poetry for enjoyment. It's possible to read it and not sit there and analyse every word of every line. Sometimes it's nice to just read a poem and leave it at that, in the same way you'd listen to a song without delving into the lyrics.
(A lot of my experiences in school can be summed up by a question that was never answered: "why are we talking about this?".)
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[0] - "Explaining a joke is like dissecting a frog. You understand it better but the frog dies in the process."
So at least, you kind of can read a bit about each book and then see which one you'd like best. Still, the selection had to fit in the school curriculum so it wasn't exactly free choice. And a few of them were mandatory for everyone.
I'd say the experience still wasn't great, but perhaps was better than being forced to read book X.
Intrinsic motivation to read does make the experience a whole lot more satisfying, and as others have noted before me, reading some of those books again now makes me appreciate them more. Just recently started reading some of Tolstoy's work and I can imagine that a decade ago (in high school) I wouldn't have been able to find motivation to read anything he wrote.
This suggest that the difference had more to do with life experiences and generally amount of knowledge then with having it assigned.
I agree that Robin Hood and adventure should be assigned soon. The biggest risk with Robin Hood and similar books is that you get it assigned too late, when you cant appreciate story as genuinly as young people.