The Hammock Papers: Excellent.

12 February 2022

Excellent.

An excellent book ...

Daniel Pennac on instilling a joy of reading ...

Read, read, it’s your duty to read …

But what if, instead of demanding that students read, the teacher decided to share the joy of reading?

The joy of reading? Whatever could that mean?

The question demands no small amount of self-knowledge.

Let’s begin with a truth that’s diametrically opposed to the dogma. When a book changed our lives, we didn’t read it for, but against, something. We read and continue to read as an act of withdrawal, of rejection and defiance. If that makes us fugitives, if reality has little hope of prying us loose from the enchantment of our reading, then so be it, let’s be fugitives building a new life, escape artists in search of rebirth.

Every act of reading is an act of resistance. Resistance to what? To the world of random demands.

Social.
Professional.
Psychological.
Sentimental.
Climatic.
Familial.
Domestic.
Fraternal.
Pathological.
Pecuniary.
Ideological.
Cultural.
Or self-conscious

The act of reading, when well-done, preserves us from everything, including ourselves.

Most of all, we read to defeat death.

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MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL