This summer I read Everything Beautiful Began After by Simon Van Booy and fell in love with his rich, poetic style of prose. While on a walk through the West Village I found a collection of his short stories called The Secret Lives of People in Love and began making my way through them. What I’ve learned, though, is that for me, short stories for me are best read slowly and sporadically. If I read them as a novel, I don’t take the time to stop and think about what the author is trying to say in each one or mull over the small details that speak into human existence.
One thing I’ve been thinking about recently is that I am more grounded as a person when I’m letting my reading wash over my mind and impact the way I’m looking at the world. I read through the first 13 of Van Booy’s 19 stories so quickly that my brain didn’t have time to consider the weight of lines like: “Without memory, he thought, man would be invincible.” One of the reason’s I bought Schappell’s book was because I wanted to think about how the female identity is formed–especially as I am teaching girls at such a critical developmental stage and stocking my library with books that they will be reading and thinking about.
This is not to say that all of my reading is deep and reflective. The other book I’m in the middle of is The Snowman, a thriller by Jo Nesbo, which has been a distractive force and an escape from life this week. Sometimes I need reading for that just as much as the kind that makes me stop and look at life differently. But, for now it is time to slow down. It is time to breathe deeply and reflect, especially in the midst of the devastation of my city and surrounding ones post-hurricane. The roots that my reading deepens can then be taken out into the world, to be on the look out for small moments of poetry and to develop an eye that is sensitive to the human story happening all around me.