For Banned Books week, I went
to a reading held at the Rock Island Library. I got there in time to hear
excerpts from Harry Potter, Judy Blume, Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales (in Middle
English), and for the end with an essay by Harlan Ellison. It was another great
evening honoring the right to read without limitations.
It wasn’t until the next
morning that it occurred to me how important the role of censorship played in
getting my sons to start reading in earnest on their own.
It started with Gary
Paulsen’s Winterdance. I’d heard
about it from my mother-in-law. I read it, loved it, and wanted my kids, my
teenaged boys, to experience what I thought were the funniest parts. It was an
adult book, so I figured I’d just read to them those parts and get out before
they got too bored. I called them into the youngest’s bedroom, sat on the
floor, and read out loud the part where Paulsen describes the first time he had
his sled dogs out for a training run. He ends up being drug behind the
makeshift rig so fast that the matches in his back pocket ignite. (I had a hard
time not laughing.) On a night-time training run, the sled team ran into a
skunk. Let’s say you don’t try to pull a skunk out of a dog’s mouth by the tail.
(Still funny.) I read those pages out loud to them and left it at that. I was
surprised when they each had to read the whole book.
Since that went well, I tried
reading an entire book out loud—Jurassic
Park. I was worried about some scenes being too graphicly scary, and wanted
to avoid the cannibals all together, so I left them out of my reading. They
read those edited parts for themselves. Censoring seemed like waving a red cape
at a bull.
My husband did a similar
thing with Catch-22. After he was
done, the boys took turns reading the whole book.
In my opinion, for my family
at least, censorship became a great tool to get reluctant readers interested
enough to find out what they were missing by, you know, reading.
My grown sons still read, each to his own tastes, and they've done well by it. They're interesting people to talk to.
My grown sons still read, each to his own tastes, and they've done well by it. They're interesting people to talk to.
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