The novelisation of The Phantom Menace, being episode one of the “Star Wars” film saga, comes in at number four on the fiction best selling list for 1999. Could that be down to “Star Wars” fans who were trying to find a little more… meaning to the film?
The “fix-up” is a novel that’s constructed out of short stories that were previously published on their own. And a lot of classic science fiction novels were “fix-ups.” Asimov’s I, Robot and Foundation were both published as groups of short stories before becoming books. There’s Bradbury’s Martian Chronicles, too. There’s also Jack Vance’s The Dying Earth, and Leigh Brackett’s Alpha Centauri or Die!.
I dare say fix-ups are not limited to sci-fi writing though.
The cause of the paper book is not entirely lost it seems. University students, in the US at least, appear to have a preference for paper, rather than electronic books, and cite comprehension as a significant factor. While people reading electronic documents will often skim over the text, they tend to read print material a little more carefully.
Readers tend to skim on screens, distraction is inevitable and comprehension suffers. In years of surveys, Baron asked students what they liked least about reading in print. Her favorite response: “It takes me longer because I read more carefully.”
If resources were severely restricted, those who might one day find themselves, for whatever reason, having to rebuild the Earth’s civilisations, might have to rely on single sentence snippets of information as starting points. I’m not sure how much that would actually give anyone to work with though.
If it were possible though to preserve a number of books, somehow keep them somewhere safe, and out of the way of whatever brings down today’s civilisations, what titles should such a library, or depository, contain?
Music producer Brian Eno, writer and blogger Maria Popova, and Wired magazine co-founder Kevin Kelly, among others, have been on the case, and suggested titles that could constitute a section of a library to be called the Manual for Civilization, that would house such a collection of books.
I always think that reading a book – especially one that you like – several times is a good idea, but what about sitting down to the same title one hundred times? There’s little doubt that you’d become more than familiar with the subject matter that’s for certain, and it’s a process that Canadian writer Stephen Marche swears by.
I read Hamlet a 100 times because of Anthony Hopkins. He once mentioned, in an interview with Backstage magazine, that he typically reads his scripts over a 100 times, which gives him “a tremendous sense of ease and the power of confidence” over the material. I was writing a good chunk of my doctoral dissertation on Hamlet and I needed all the sense of ease and power of confidence I could muster.
Some ten million books, records, films, tapes, and other such items, are kept in a depository that belongs to Harvard University. The collection is the subject of a documentary titled Cold Storage, that explores this vast library that relatively few people, up until now, knew about.
Well this is great news, maybe, Harper Lee, author of “To Kill a Mockingbird”, which, somehow, I only read for the first time late last year, is to publish a sequel to her much loved 1960 work, titled “Go Set a Watchman”.
Lee’s editor persuaded her to rework some of the story’s flashback sequences as a novel in their own right – and that book became To Kill a Mockingbird. “I was a first-time writer, so I did as I was told,” the author revealed.
So Lorna and I came up with a plan. I would, for a four-week period, ruthlessly clear my diary and go on what we somewhat mysteriously called a “Crash”. During the Crash, I would do nothing but write from 9am to 10.30pm, Monday through Saturday. I’d get one hour off for lunch and two for dinner. I’d not see, let alone answer, any mail, and would not go near the phone. No one would come to the house. Lorna, despite her own busy schedule, would for this period do my share of the cooking and housework. In this way, so we hoped, I’d not only complete more work quantitively, but reach a mental state in which my fictional world was more real to me than the actual one.
I’ve not yet read the book, but if the James Ivory, Ismail Merchant, film adaptation is anything to go by, the strategy more than paid off.
What do these objects have in common? They were among sixty-three items that British artist Lenka Clayton retrieved from her son’s mouth during the time he was aged between eight to fifteen months.
Photos of which now feature in a book… maybe these could be given to babies in the hope they’ll look at the pictures of the things they put into their mouths rather than actually putting things in their mouths. Hope springs eternal, right?