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It's that 'book' rather than any reading, doing in folks' rational superiority-conviction suppressors, I think. Between billboards and the internet and doing some shopping or trying to puzzle out what possessed anyone to do those hideous drained-out photos of a 'Wizard of Oz' Keira Knightley... the point is, we all read. All the damned time.
But books, compared to anything else we might need to decipher the letter-born meanings off? Books make us brilliant. Despite any obvious evidence might come our way.
I just heard someone, the other night, explain that they were superior to the non-book-reading masses, by reading Laurell K. Hamilton. To be fair, it would increase one's knowledge of werewolf and vampire sexual habits, but does it make her a smarter person?
I didn't grow up with a TV in the house. I did not really go to the movies a whole lot, either, as a kid. Now, I can look back and realize we simply didn't have any money for it (no videogame systems, either - someone just gave me my first, and only, gaming system, about a year ago), and one could usually, of course, go to a friend's house and watch something. Certain people still can't believe I don't retain their encyclopedic fact-storage of videotapes they exhausted in their early youth. Was I totally damaged by not having time to count the rebel soldiers in a single shot of 'Star Wars' or being able to hum the entire 'Robotech' theme song from memory?
Point: I read all the time. Addictively. Still do. And I can't see that it's made me a lick smarter than anybody else, or even, purely, myself. Before anyone argues in my favor, go look at some of my random postings here, and honestly, would a really intelligent (and if we were to posit a book-for-book intelligence increase, that'd be a whole lotta smart) ever really state some of the things I've come off with? And I mean the serious things, here, mind.
And, if I'm not the perfect sell for this, let's take a glance over to Harold 'Humans had Shakespeare, the rest are all alien monkey children' Bloom. Read a large number of books of some range? Sure. Superior to everybody else? He's entirely off his gourd. At least he comes off that way. Paranoid, desperate, and totally out of his tree to the point of determined ignorance, trying horribly hard to ignore every fact or factor that doesn't agree with him, convinced this whole queer, freaky, non-anglo mass (the majority of the entire planet) is waiting like a vindictive wave to crash over and drown him in resentment.
That's right, this mass-reader has developed a spurious and intense connection between 'resentment' and any perspective not his own. |
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