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Calm Chaos

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It’s a bit weird, isn’t it, that bookstores are such calm places?

Because books make such good agitators. They change our points of view, our lives, the world. Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath terrified politicians so badly they dissed it and him. To Kill a Mockingbird literally changed the way we do justice in America (Gott sei dank). Speak, We were the Mulvaneys… they and their sister titles gave voice to a group the rest of society considered illegitimate and wanted to shut down.

You don’t need a thousand other examples of titles that have left a lasting impact on us as individuals and societies to agree that books are revolutions in bound covers, waiting to unbind us.

Yet bookstores and libraries, the places where we access these whirlwinds of the mind? Calm, quiet, classical music playing in the background, librarians at the gate waiting to shush at the drop of a pin…..

Just another of the great ironies surrounding bookstore life; on the one hand nothing could be more relaxing than shelf-lined walls keeping out the bad stuff; on the other, we all know how much bad stuff is dissected in those pages.

I never have satisfactorily wrapped my head ’round the idea that in the midst of a maelstrom of literature advocating for change, the bookseller in his or her store sits like the eye of the storm, placidly passing out pieces of the Great Undoing.

But I really, really, like sitting in that eye….. :]

And now for something completely different: Don’t forget that the annual Big Stone Celtic Festival is gearing up for its usual mayhem and merriment. Held across the greater metropolitan area of Big Stone (four blocks) the festival is Sept. 22 this year. Even now the sheepdogs (and their sheep brethren) are working on their routine, the little Shetland ponies cleaning their hooves in anticipation, and the committee is going nuts trying to advertise with no money. So if you enjoy music, dance, story and/or food from the seven Celtic nations (Brittany, Cornwall, Galicia, Ireland, Isle of Man, Scotland, Wales) c’mon down. Southern hospitality meets Celtic swords. It doesn’t get any better than this!

What If…..

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What if a book leaves us unchanged?

People read books for all sorts of reasons: entertainment, information, because someone (or everyone) else is… but what if we read a book, and it makes an impact, reaches out and punches us right in the heart? And what if we cry, and swear that we will change the world that could hold such horrid truths as, oh, say, Grapes of Wrath. Or Tess of the D’urbervilles. Or even Hunger Games–which may not have the staying power of those first two, but still packs quite a wallop in the interesting metaphor and parable of social justice departments.

What if we say all that, and then we pick up the next book in the stack–or advertised on the side of the bus–and keep reading?

Does it still count, that we cried, that we felt what the characters felt, saw the injustice, the fear, the hurt? Or did it never happen? Because it really didn’t happen, did it, that thing that left us shaking until we looked up and realized we were just riding the subway, holding a paperback.

Unless it did happen. Inside us. I can count hundreds of books I’ve read in the last few years, but ask which ones changed me, and I can count them on my fingers. The Smallmart Revolution. The House of Sand and Fog. And the Band Played On. A book of short stories called Hunger by Lan Chang. Rory Stewart’s Prince of the Marshes.  Kite Runner. To Kill a Mockingbird. The Children’s Story by James Clavell. Rumer Godden’s translation of Prayers from the Ark.  I can also tell you exactly what they did, in order: changed where I shopped; sent me to volunteer at a refugee center; taught me to be embarrassed at some of the church rhetoric surrounding AIDS; made me a better Cultural Studies professor, x3; gave me my first naive understandings of white privilege; scared the shit out of me; and renewed my faith in innocence.

I can’t list such specifics for most of the books I’ve read. Every book we absorb lays a foundation, yes, puts another brick in the walls of our beliefs, anchors our approach to life. Every word is valuable–or at least being able to access it is valuable. But not every work changes us, does it? The ones that suddenly, before we can defend against it, turn us sideways, tilt our world’s axis–well, when I sit back and think about, I’m surprised at how small a list that is. I remember passages and themes from many books, but when I think about the ones that visibly affected the way I think, act, speak—–the list shrinks.

So, which book(s) shaped you, turned you into who you are now, or filed away the rough edges of what you used to think? Which books made you say “what if” and then stick with “if?”