Princess Strokenham (fiveandfour) wrote,
Princess Strokenham

You Can't Be a Child Again

First off, an acknowledgment is due to the Earth for the fantastic weather this week-end. I wouldn't want to miss saying thank you after my comments of the other day. Yesterday was a perfect spring day. Today isn't quite as perfect, but it's very nice indeed. It's amazing what a difference some sunshine and warmth makes. It's almost possible to believe winter might actually end some time this calendar year.

I have to say how disconcerting it was when I realized this morning that my dreams last night were scenarios out of famous children's stories. I'm not real certain of the inspiration, but I think odds are good that they were inspired by this discussion about world building over at Smart Bitches along with me realizing once again that I don't get drawn into alternate worlds in the same way I did when I was a child. I remember a discussion on that very topic was hosted by Michael Dirda some years ago. It seems it's a common part of the growth of a reader to go through the stages of real immersion into a book's world as a child to a place where one reads little fiction at all. I'm not yet at the stage of giving up fiction, by any means, but I certainly interact with it in a different way than I did as a child.

As a kid, I loved Laura Ingalls Wilder, LM Montgomery (still do), Madeleine L'Engle, CS Lewis, Carolyn Keene, then later AC Doyle, Agatha Christie, Jane Austen, F Scott Fitzgerald, and all of the other usual suspects. My love was due in part to that feeling that I could step into an alternate reality just by opening a book. It was a visceral thing I could feel down to my gut. I was there. I was truly "world's away". In my adult years, I think the only book that has drawn me in in that way is Outlander. But unlike before (like with re-reading Anne of Green Gables as a kid), when I re-read Outlander now, the pull is not the same. I see it with a more critical eye; while I might be in that world when I'm reading, I'm not 100% there. It's more like I'm 50% there, at best.

It turns out that 50% difference is a very large difference for me. That Maximum of 50% Rule applies to everything fictional nowadays. Actually, it's far more accurate to say the 50% Rule applies for what I find to be the best of the fiction I read nowadays. Anything less than what I find to be the best falls pretty sharply under that 50% mark.

There's a part of me that mourns this change. However, the greater part of me accepts that this change is just a part of growth. It's a waste of time to do anything less than accept that this is just how it is for me now. One thing that really helps with losing a sense of wonder is the increase in understanding I've found. As a child, there was definitely less of an understanding of all of the ways that fictional worlds work through and examine truths of the real world. That increased interaction with fiction in a cerebral way is likely the thing that doesn't allow the sense of immersion to come over me. But I think like nearly every other situation where one goes from innocence to experience, it's impossible to go back to innocence once experience is gained, and it's close to impossible to truly wish you were still (or again) that innocent. One can look back, but one can't go back.

One of them was a kind of Alice in Wonderland scenario. Except that I was chasing my cat instead of chasing a white rabbit. The most curious thing was that, at one stage in the chase towards the hole, I looked back and had a mirror image view of how I looked chasing after the cat. When I looked forward, I was chasing the cat. When I looked backward I could see the rear view of me chasing the cat (or how it would have looked were someone standing behind me while I chased). Another dream was out of Winnie the Pooh and the blustery/stormy day scenario. Except it was large, helium-filled balloon figures of Pooh and the rabbit, the owl and Eeyore that were being whipped hither and yon through the sky thanks to the wind.
Tags: books, dreams
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