| zephre ( @ 2007-10-26 11:23:00 |
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| Entry tags: | books, fandom, meta, writing |
reading in a connected world
Ok, comments to an earlier LJ post have made me think about the issue of reading books in this connected world. I have dozens of authors and editors in my Google Reader feed. Some authors I found because I liked their work and now read their blogs; others I liked their blogs and then picked up their books.
But does having such immediate and pseudo-intimate access to an author cause a shift in the way I read their books? Can knowing details of the book's long writing process alter the essential interpretation of the words on the page? Do authorial comments at readings or in blogs trump the basic text, or merely augment the reader/fan experience?
Maybe this runs into the discussion another blogger was having about spoilers. Does it matter that one knows the book's ending, or the author's intentions, or the author's personal beliefs about some side issue not-appearing-in-this-book, when the real experience of the book is the words on the published page?
How does knowing the author's beliefs and experiences color one's buying habits? I know I have bought certain books to support authors I respected, even if the subject was not interesting to me. Likewise I have not bought books from authors to whom I did not want to give the tacit support my purchase would have been. Thank goodness for the public library. Is that a good thing in the long run? Does knowing that the author of a book you loved is actually a person you intensely dislike somehow diminish the book itself? Or the art, or the music, or the architecture, or whatever creative expression it may be.
Where do the boundaries between the creative offering and the creator of the offering stand firm, and where do they crumble? As the web diminishes personal privacy boundaries and creates a culture of information saturation, is the idea of judging a book on the book alone obsolete? Reviewers hypothesize authorial motivation and intention for classic literature all the time. Is this inundation of actual records of intention and motivation a limiting factor, or another place from which to jump? Should it matter?