Following up on our thoughts from yesterday (The Joys of Rereading) …
The Millions (“The Books We Come Back To“) discusses a very specific type of rereading: people who reread the same book, every year (“Faulkner read Don Quixote once a year, ‘the way some people read the Bible’”). Kind of a neat ideal for an annual ritual.
The New York Times (“Read It Again, Sam“) looks at rereading from the writer’s perspective: “Some authors reread as a kind of calisthenics”. And I actually like James Wood a little more now, knowing that he rereads To The Lighthouse every single year. And for some reason, I loved this detail from Sherman Alexie on Emilie Dickinson:
“Another writer who rereads to prepare for the day’s work is the poet and novelist Sherman Alexie, who admires Emily Dickinson so much he doesn’t just reread her — he physically retypes her poems.”
And The Telegraph (“Rereading old books ‘enhances the experience‘”) shares some recent-although-not-quite-profound research on the possible cognitive benefits of the repeated, but different experience of rereading the same books –
“The repeated contact or reacquaintance resulted in a ‘renewed appreciation’ of the experience and even provided mental health benefits, it emerged. ‘Even though people are already familiar with the stories or the places, re-consuming brings new or renewed appreciation of both the object of consumption and their self,’ the research found.”
I could see an argument being made that there are different sorts of pleasures for the multiple reading experience. Knowing when a favorite part of a book is coming creates a sense of expectation that isn’t present the first time through.
The Guardian (“The pleasures of rereading“) refers to rereading as a sort of ‘time travel.’ And knowing what to expect from a story does provide a certain amount of security –
“Rereading is therapy, despite the accompanying dash of guilt, and I find it strange that not everybody does it. Why wouldn’t you go back to something good? I return to these novels for the same reason I return to beer, or blankets or best friends.”
- “You have to reread – the surface amusements of plot, subject and mystery drop away, the deeper pleasures of prose and reflection stay.” – Philip Hensher
- “Perhaps it is because novels are like affairs, and small novels – with fewer pages of plot to them – are affairs with less history, affairs that involved just a few glances across a dinner table or a single ride together, unspeaking, on a train, and therefore affairs still electric with potential, still heart-quickening, even after the passage of all these years.” – Mohsin Hamid
- “I never set out to be well read but I did always want to be well reread. I scout around and I pay attention to what’s coming out, but being a good reader, I feel, is probably a bit like being a good family man: at some point you have to give up on promiscuity and just settle with the people you really love.” – Andrew O’Hagan
- “The novel form is made for rereading. Novels are by their nature too long, too baggy, too full of things – you can’t hold them completely in your mind. This isn’t a flaw – it’s part of the novel’s richness: its length, multiplicity of aspects, and shapelessness resemble the length and shapelessness of life itself.” – Tessa Hadley