I very much enjoy reading. Especially fiction. It provides a unique kind of escape and fantasy, substantially different from film or theater, one that both requires and rewards imagination. Good authors paint beautiful pictures in your head with their words so that the world and characters and history and feel of the story become visible, tangible even. When an author creates a compelling world, I am reluctant to leave it. Even as I rush headlong through the pages, I try to soak up every word, pausing to mull over a curious phrase or a particularly striking image. Particularly, I enjoy the long ones, especially if there's a whole long series of long books that hold my attention. Why is this? The easiest answer is because I don't want it to end. There's got to be an x-factor, some excellent quality that pulls me back in not only for each book, but for revisiting the series as a whole at a later date. Now, I think there's an even deeper reason there too, but I'll get there at the end. First I want to talk about my favorites.
I've just wrapped up the fifth book in the George RR Martin series A Song of Ice and Fire. The last few books have indeed been over the magic 1000 page mark. For me, this is the arbitrary magic number, because if a book crests a thousand, I know for a fact that the author (at the very least) is batting for the fences: there's an epic quality, so much to the story that only 3 digits worth of pages cannot contain. This thrills me. The last books of ASOIAF can't come swiftly enough--but first they have to be written, and I'm pretty certain we're going to be getting at least 2000 more pages from Martin. Stoked.
An obvious mention here is Harry Potter. Now, there have been many detractors to this series, but you know what? It's not bad. In fact, it gets pretty damn good at times (I'm looking at you, books 3 and 6). It has a host of well-developed (if archetypal) characters, a fleshed-out world with its own internal logic and mystery, and a rather cohesive overarching narrative. I haven't read them since the 7th one came out, though, but I don't think I'm ready to go back to #1 yet.
The series I'm looking forward most to (re)visiting is Stephen King's Dark Tower series. My history with this series is rather odd. First, I read the fourth book before any of the others. Since I was about 14 at the time, my dear old dad took it upon himself to go through with white-out and take out all the naughty and blashpemous bits (including any mention of the gods, even in phrases like "by the gods"). I thought it was stupid then, I think it's horrifying now. Do that to a book? God forbid. Never going to happen on my watch. Anyway, after that I checked out the first three from the library. My mom wasn't too keen on the idea since she was of the opinion that King got his stories from Satan Himself, but I read them regardless and loved them. Then I re-read the fourth one, which is still probably my favorite, Wizard and Glass. 5-7 weren't out then. In college, the fifth came out, and I read it and liked it, but I sped through that one so quick I barely remember any of it. By the time 6 and 7 were released, I had been so long away from it that I never made the time to get back to it.
That time is coming, though, and as soon as I wrap up my Master's portfolio defense, I'm jumping back into Mid-World with both feet.
I'll interject here about long books that are standalone, for these too draw me in. Problem is, I have a lot of these, but I haven't had the time to get to them. I got 11/22/63 and 1Q84 for Christmas, but there was simply no time to read them before the semester began. All in good time though.
Ok, so going back to this deeper reason for loving the long books, and books in general (and by extension, film and theater and roleplaying games as well). There's a quote by Dave Scott, the 7th man to walk on the moon (ASTRONAUTS ARE MY FAVORITE OF ALL!!!!!!!!). I think it gets to the heart of what I'm talking about, the part of the human existence that lives for this visiting of other worlds:
As I stand out here in the wonders of the unknown at Hadley, I sort of realize there’s a fundamental truth to our nature: man must explore.
Now, Hadley was the moon base for many of the Apollo missions, but replace "Hadley" with Oz, Barsoom, Mid-World, Hogwarts, Westeros, or anywhere and you've got it. This man--a man of science, accomplished, crazy smart, as all astronauts back in the early/glory days of space flight had to be--steps out of his lander and onto the surface of another planet. He can see the earth just sitting there in space, so small, the stars never having been ever so large. His friends have traveled here before (only six of them, true) and no doubt they told the most amazing, beautiful stories about their experiences there. And when he's there, it is nevertheless so new, so awe-inspiring, so maginificent, and what does he say? Man must explore.
This is what fiction brings us: the chance to explore, to go out and experience new places, new people, new things. This is why fiction will never go extinct; the need to explore is a fundamental human trait. This is what makes fiction so great and lasting, and why I love reading it, even over and over again: I've found a place while exploring and it so captivates me that I never want to leave and that I want to share with everyone. I'm sure you've seen or heard me gush over a book--it's because I had such a great time exploring, I want everyone else to come with me!
So read, my friends. Read. No matter what else you've got going on, there's always 20 minutes at least that you can sneak in before you go to bed (for example) for you to explore every night. Don't deny yourself that experience.
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