Both books
were published last year, as were many of the other titles on the reading list.
Both grant a certain value to science fiction, a sub-literary genre bolstered
by movies, video games and comics. Both assume books of literary worth, time-tested
by generations of readers, are of no interest or importance to young readers. Young
people need not read non-fiction. Cultural history begins in the last twelve
months. The past is a trope in a sci-fi plot. Tradition is nonexistent. Writers
write ab nihilo, supplying
entertainment. And yet, reading enthusiastically when young, without plan, is like
assembling a habitable and various internal landscape, a place of solace and sustenance
we can revisit for the rest of our lives. The alternative is poverty of
imagination. In bookish terms, nothing is less imaginative than fantasy and
science fiction. Will my son in twenty years have fond memories of a worldwide
pandemic? On this date, June 2, in 1759,
Dr. Johnson wrote in The Idler #59:
“Of many
writers who filled their age with wonder, and whose names we find celebrated in
the books of their contemporaries, the works are now no longer to be seen, or
are seen only amidst the lumber of libraries which are seldom visited, where
they lie only to show the deceitfulness of hope, and the uncertainty of honour.”
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