Reading With Intent
Stress acts capriciously on our inner landscapes. What seems easy, comfortable to do, in times we consider normal becomes fraught in times of tension. Daily burdens can take on new weight, contours, and the requirements of coping change accordingly. When it sometimes feels that civilization itself is under threat, what constitutes useful response takes on meanings and demands that have no stable context. What do we read in the face of chaos? Because reading is not one thing, but a practice that sprawls through our lives like water underground, our assessment can become fragmented. Giving ourselves permission to read what we normally would is an issue. Is it responsible, we might ask ourselves, to read for pleasure when the world is about to be set afire? Shouldn’t what we read be contributive to our choices of resistance? Does that brick-thick epic fantasy constitute a betrayal of civic responsibility when the reality of oppression presses up against us? All these questions,