Why do I read?

I'm a reader, it's one of the few things I'm known for. I used to have a pair of pants with pockets I could fit a Discworld paperback into. Needless to say, I wore them a lot. Hideous things. I still can't go anywhere without a book, just on the off-chance I'll have five minutes of downtime to kill. I think I feel more naked without a book with me than my phone.

I was a late reader. Not sure it that's a term, but if it isn't then I coined it now. We used to have this library bus come to my elementary school once a month. I grew up in the country and we didn't have our own library. All the other kids borrowed books from the bus and took turns borrowing the same books. I didn't. I remember it was just before summer, just before we were done with elementary school and were going on to junior high, when I suddenly got the urge to go and ask the librarian for a book. I was hooked on the TV show Babylon 5 at the time, and I asked her for a science fiction book. She turned my attention to the first volume of Robert Jordan's series The Wheel of Time. Not exactly sci-fi, as a geek like me would know, but I didn't care then and I don't care know. The Norwegian translation of the first volume was split in two parts, and I got them both.

I took the books home with me and started reading. Before I was halfway through the first part, I'd returned the borrowed books to the library. I hadn't given up, I just took some money I'd gotten for my birthday and I bought them instead. And that was the start. I hoarded most of the translated fantasy books I could find, the ones that seemed interesting anyway. I eventually had to go to the proper library one town over and ask them to borrow books for me from other libraries, but now I had to switch to books in English to get my fix. That move turned out to dictate what I would do for the next fifteen years, and probably for the next fifty years.

But I digress, a fault I plan to cultivate further. Why do I read? Why does anyone read? I've called myself an escapist, and that may be apt, but the term seems to come with a certain stigma. I don't read to escape reality, but the books I read are so far from reality that it seems that must be the only reason for reading them. I'm a fantasy buff, I've even made living being a fantasy buff. I read books with elves and dwarves, worlds with several suns or moons, dragons and monsters, magic and alternate histories. This isn't because I wish I lived in such a world rather than the real one. Nor is it, as I thought for the longest time, that I'm so disconnected from and know so little of the real world. It turns out I'm very much connected with it, and I know a lot about it and have seen a bit of it. It's just that it takes a lot to convince me that something is real or plausible when I can reach out and touch it if I look up from the page.

Good literature, kind of the modern holy grail, happens when books can tell us something about human nature, about the human condition. It happens when you can describe something universal, some piece of universal truth that you carry along with you for the rest of your life. And while most fantasy books aren't great literature, most of them come a lot closer to achieving this goal than other genres do. Because when you write about worlds and things that aren't real, you're left with one thing that can convince the reader that it is plausible (not in the sense that it could exist, but rather in the sense that it could happen). You're left with the characters. The need to seem like real people, and they need to respond to situations like an actual person would. And in this way, fantasy books say more about human nature than crime novels do.

That's one of the things I like about the books I read. That's one of the reasons I keep reading them. I've read a few of the classics, I'm familiar with the canon, and while I'm not a fanboy, I have to say that the characters who live on in may head when I finish a book can't be found in any of these books. They number among them Matt Cauthon, John Ross, Zaphod, Zeddicus Z'ul Zorandor, Jant Shira, Toc the Younger, Thomas Covenant, Locke Lamora, Arithon, Lyra, Felthrup, Achamian, Otah Machi, Shadow, to name but a precious few. It sounds like a crowded place, but it doesn't feel that way. And I'm not in anyway like these people, some I don't even, but in their own way they've taught me something about being human. This may be why I read.