Saturday, 27 April 2013

Censorship


The written word is influential, sacred and powerful. The influence and power of the written word is seen in many ways and is most often abused when used for propaganda or to push ideology upon people that is merely the belief of those in charge and without basis in fact. Influence and power goes hand in hand with censorship, as through inclusion and exclusion of certain words and texts, one is forced to take the included texts on face value at a basic level and perhaps believe what they are told or what they read is fact is true when they do not have access to an opposing viewpoint. This is just one factor in censorship, and one that perhaps may work in theory but will eventually backfire, as there will always be those who wish to get the full story and gain an understanding of the truth through their experiences. A recent fictional example of how this can happen is in Jackie French’s Pennies for Hitler, where a young boy, Georg, brought up in Germany and in the midst of the Nazi Regime, believes what he is taught about perfect Aryans until tragedy forces him to run to England, where he is affected by what he sees there, and hears, and by the Blitz. Following this, his evacuation to Australia brings it all together that the Nazi’s are not who he thinks they are and where he learns that friendship and loyalty and kindness are more powerful than hatred. As an example of how keeping information from citizens, though not explicitly stated, French shows these changes through Georg, and in my opinion, armed with what I know about World War Two Germany, this book is an exgcellent example of how people’s opinions can be changed by words and access or non access, or denial and lies about events.
Some words are seen as scary or objectionable by various people and groups, even governments, in which case, these words go against the institution and will be censored for “the good of the public”. It is these perceived threats that cause governments, schools, libraries or even just one small community group within the larger community to ban books. Banning books is a form of censorship: By restricting what people have access to, you censor what they can learn, and by cutting out vital words of texts that give context as to time and place, or even changing and modernising these words as Chorion have been doing with Enid Blyton’s books, the story loses all meaning and the question must be asked how many times can we change a text before it loses all meaning, and why do we nitpick one author and not authors from years before her? What is it about Blyton that is so offensive? This is what brings me back to once you start, where does it end? How long is a piece of string? Will new authors have to worry about the words they so carefully choose and craft into stories for fear of offending the delicacies of somebody who doesn’t understand a certain word or finds the subject matter offensive based on religious or cultural or political reasons? (From previous research, these are the main reasons for censorship and banning books).
If it is not a big government body, it may just be the complaint of one or two people to a school or library about an innocent children’s book that they do not want their child to read. Fine. Don’t buy the book for your child, but let the other kids enjoy it. Curiously, many banned books over the years have in fact been what those of us in the literary world classify as children’s literature. Some examples are:
·       Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl was banned because it was too depressing (What do they expect from a diary written by a girl in hiding in WW2? Puppies and sunshine?)
·       The Harry Potter Series by JK Rowling was banned because they promote witchcraft, set bad examples and are too dark (Fantasy, and again, of course they are dark. It deals with good and bad and in my opinion hardly set a bad example – much worse happens in the real world)
·       The Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson was banned because of Profanity, encouraged disrespect of adults, death being central to the plot, encouraged secular humanism and/or Satanism and blending of fantasy and reality.
These three examples are all books I have read multiple times, and clearly I haven’t been depressed, started worshipping Satan or practising witchcraft because I read them (It’s true, I haven’t). When I write fantasy, or read fantasy, of course I expect some degree of magic or another world. And I cannot think of a single kids book in which the adults go off on adventures with the child characters.
I am anti-censorship. I do not believe in it and I think the above reasons are ludicrous. I don’t think it works because it just drives the books underground or people will find another way to get them and read them. You can’t cancel out a book forever unless you burn every copy plus any manuscripts the author and publishers might have. Nobody has the right to tell me what to read and I don’t have the right to tell them what to read. Having such free and fluid access to a wide choice of reading material is something I expect in a community where we are not ruled with an iron fist or communism.
Reluctantly though, I understand there is censorship and partially understand and accept why people do it but believe when it comes down to saying “Well my child isn’t going to read this” it should be left at that and not make other people’s decisions for them. I call this self-censorship, whereby we ignore what we do not like and let other people read it – we do not say “Well I find so and so (Insert any title here) objectionable because of a, b and c, so therefore everyone must and therefore it should be banned” – this is so far from the truth. Everyone is different. My aforementioned reluctant understanding comes from history, cultural and literature studies, and in fact an essay written on censorship. Just as it is not my choice to say to someone “You can’t read Twilight or One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” for example (the former a book I will never read, the latter I read and hated), it is not their choice to tell me I have to read Twilight and that I can’t read A Song of Fire and Ice or Agatha Christie.
The place of censorship in my opinion has no place in today’s society with the Internet giving easy access to books in a myriad of ways – e-books, bookstores and online texts. I question whether censorship is worthwhile and the cost of banning books when you can just go somewhere the book is not banned to buy it. When it comes to that, how do you police where people are taking it? And where would it stop? What belongs behind the curtain and what doesn’t? For me, it is the same issue as how long is a piece of string and everyone finds something they do not like in all books. Yes, even me. The freedom of choosing what I read is what I love the most, and to have that choice taken away from me, from the world, is a nightmare that I hope never comes true. Choose what you read, not what everyone else reads. 

Books and Me

 For as long as I can remember, books have played a vital part in my life. They have been as important as water, oxygen or exercise, from fairy tales to Beatrix Potter, JK Rowling and on towards Sherlock Holmes, and more modern sleuths and a variety of other characters from all different time periods have enriched my life as I march along beside them, partaking in their challenges.
Some books have fallen naturally into my hands, whether it be an interest in the genre, a recommendation, gift or just a spur of the moment purchase. Others have been introduced to me through studies, and warmly welcomed into my world, into my family of books. I still have some of these first copies, stained, well-read and in some cases with pages falling out – a sign that the book is truly loved. However, there have been some books that I resisted reading for whatever reason, whether it be the “But everyone is reading it” line, or the “Oh but you liked this  and so and so, so therefore you will like this,” or whether it was just assumed I would based on age, gender or prior loves of popular culture. One of these books I resisted for as long as I could in spite of incessant hounding was Harry Potter. Until a friend said to me that she’d read a book I had just finished if I read that, I did not want to read it, or at least wanted to come around to it in my own time, which I did. Now, you would not dare argue anything about it with me. It has a loving home in my heart, alongside Narnia, and its own shelf. There have been other books, like Twilight, I refuse to touch, because of assumptions made based upon my age and gender that I would like it, and having spoken to some people, have heard things that turned me off of it. It is in the class of books I feel that I will never pick up.

As an avid reader, over about twenty years, I have read 727 books to date, and the list keeps on growing. It is possible that over the years I have lost some titles that may never be recovered, and that I have read more than the 727. Of course, out of these 727, I have read and re-read favourites like Narnia, Harry Potter and The Secret Garden many, many times alongside new books discovered each day, week, and month.

Through reading, I can travel without my passport and visa, via book or eBook. I can visit a new world by falling head first into a wardrobe full of fluffy fur coats, by running head on at the invisible barrier or even just travel back in time to a war, or another century where things seemed simpler, less complicated by the technology that exists in our lives (and also has a place in modern books) today. I fight alongside heroes against tyrants, feel the pain when a loved one dies. I can hurl myself into history, back to the Roman Empire, or traverse through the Parthenon, examine Greek Pottery and listen to the haunting whispers of the concentration camps of Europe.

Books are a great comfort to me. They are always there to welcome back into their world with gracious arms, and without judgement of when I last read them or whether picking them up for the first time. They are always there to take me on a journey into a world that, if books did not exist, would be lost to me, and to all of us. 

Monday, 22 April 2013

What I like to read

Whenever somebody asks me what my favourite book, series, genre or author is, I have to admit I groan a little. Not because I hate reading but because I love reading and I have so many favourites that it is too hard to narrow it down to a list of ten even.

If you were to ask me what the first book I remember reading that made me fall in love with the world of books, that's a little easier. The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett and The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by CS Lewis. Since then, it has been a steady diet of fiction and non fiction, crime, classics, fantasy and historical fiction, biographies, essays, modern history and ancient history, and many, many other topics including forensics for writers. There are so many books I have read since age six when I learnt to read that it is quite possible there are quite a few that have been forgotten from my ever growing list, well into the 600s now, and growing towards 700 and more.

I am not averse to reading multiple books: one novel, one non fiction and one or two others from other genres, just in case I get bored of reading one at some stage. And that happens. I can hit overload with a series or topic and need to read something else so I don't lose myself and lose my place in the other book. Some series, like A Song of Ice and Fire, have such thick books, that as much as I enjoy them, I hit overload and need to read something light just to recharge my brain.

Sometimes I get stuck in a genre for a while. I had a huge fantasy phase a while back and my brain just collapsed from all the different worlds I had visited across the fantasy island and enchanted forests. I journeyed back to Mary's secret garden to repair that overload.

Many people stick to one genre, but many of my reading buddies and friends read broadly and widely. When asked what I don't read, its easier to say that its more individual books and authors that might not ever appeal to me rather than genres. As to themes? Well, all books have themes, some I like, some I don't. I read with an open mind though, and was quite happy to read a book of CS Lewis' letters with references to the Bible even though I'm not overly religious  myself. Reading with an open mind is best.

A lifetime of reading has shown me how many books are out there and what I do and don't like and that we all respond to books differently. It has also shown me that just because one is a certain age doesn't mean they will read at that age level or indeed like those books - another blog, I think, to write on that topic. With that, I leave you so I can revisit my forensics book.

Friday, 12 April 2013

Hello

This is my first entry on this blog. I am trying pit a couple of sites to get the feel for blogging, and decided to write about my books and writing to start off with, and other things later on.

Well, my name is Ashleigh and I am a major Castle fan, as if my picture didn't indicate that. I love to read and sometimes read two or more books at a time. I love to write, almost anything as long as I can get my hook and structure and genre right - sometimes things just don't work out and I restructure them.

As for reading, for me it is a gift. The discovery of new worlds and authors is something I am glad I have access to, and wish that everyone could enjoy it the way I do, and the way others who love the world of words do as well.

I read across fiction and non fiction, fantasy, crime, history and forensics, and let every word take over me. It is a way of travelling when I can't, to new worlds, times or just to new places in our own world that I have not had the chance to visit yet. Everything about reading is magical to me, and it is something that I like to share with my friends.

I will leave my first post there, albeit short but I am sure they will get longer as I get used to the blogging world.