The man who doesn’t read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them. It turns out, when Mark Twain said this in the 19th Century he was describing the implications of a not so ‘invisible epidemic’ in the 21st Century. We are talking about literate people who are choosing not to read and my son was one of them. Read his story.
‘A bad case of aliteracy cured by The Hunger Games.’
Well cured may be too optimistic, we are talking about a teenage boy here. Also, I may have over stated how bad the complaint, as his form of aliteracy was genre specific – Tom would not pick up a work of fiction and hadn’t for years. He did not get caught up in the hype of Harry Potter or the Deltora Quest. He found the humour of Andy Griffiths passable but not memorable. Dan Brown and Mathew Reilly failed where they had jump- started my oldest son as a reader in high school.
There had to be a reality to it before Tom would even nibble the bait and he would only bite if the main character was an animal. I asked him tonight to recall some good books he read in his early teens. One; in all those years of reading and despite all the good and not so good literature fed to him, that is all he could come up with, Spud by John Heffernan. A book about dogs, people and life on the land.
Tom did read and his reading wasn’t restricted to ‘sound bites’ from the internet or newspapers either. He read substantial factual texts on a range of animal husbandry topics and vegetable gardening. However he was one of those students who did well at English without ever reading any of the novels, simply by listening to the conversations. This was causing me some concern. I wanted for him to experience what I wish for all my students –the excitement and thrill reading fiction can bring, to step through the door to a place you would otherwise have never known and the desire to discuss the characters you have met and their journey with others. Not being able to put a book down and reading all night because of the desperate need to know what happens next had escaped him.
Extreme measures were required. The Hunger Games had been released for a little while – you could now purchase the boxed set of the series. I wasn’t sure I liked the concept – children killing each other in a reality show- but many readers I knew were recommending the series to me. That was his Santa delivered reading material. The books sat beside his bed (like they do every year until I move them to the bookcase) then one morning I hadn’t seen him surface which was unusual. Upon investigation, there he was immersed in the Hunger Games. The next two books followed in quick succession. Cured? Probably not, but at least he has experienced the rewards reading fiction can bring and fortunately he has adopted a more literate approach to his final year at school, quite possibly due to the intervention of ‘The Hunger Games’.
