Back in the Dark Age, when I was a sophomore in high school, we were assigned to read Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. It was love at first read. I absolutely fell in love with the characters and Steinbeck’s descriptions were so vivid I felt like I was there with Lennie, George, and the rest of the ranch’s denizens. Few books have moved me as much since.
Flash forward to the present day. While browsing for another book at Wal-mart my eye is caught by a rack of several novels set away from the rest. There aren’t any labels on the rack but all of its inhabitants are books that are perpetual members of the American Library Association’s lists of top 100 challenged or banned books. I was quite surprised that a company known for not carrying music and movies it deems not family friendly would do that. But it was nice to see.
Then I saw it. There, sitting quietly pushed to one end next to Fahrenheit 451, sat Of Mice and Men. Well, since my well-worn copy had been lost in one of my moves I just had to buy it. I scooped it up, along with the aforementioned book by Mr. Bradbury, and headed to my favorite Chinese food place for a quick bite. I quickly tore into the book and was once again transported back to Depression era California.
But wait, something was amiss. I found myself questioning word choice and the cadence of the dialogue. Was the description of the pool and its environs overblown? What had happened to my favorite book? Why couldn’t I completely lose myself in the story anymore?
Simple answer: I became a writer.
The story and the writing were just as great as they were when I first read the book all those years ago. But I had changed. I had decided to join a writing group. I now read things with an eye to the craft. While I still get transported to different times and places, it is harder for me now to stay there. I read with a critical eye that picks apart every turn of phrase, plot device, and scene. It has become more about the art of writing than the story.
And I don’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing.
Yes, I don’t quite get as completely enthralled by the book as I used to but I am getting a new benefit out of it. I learn how to be a better writer. And that’s why we’re all here right?
And if you’re wondering the answer to my question about the pool Lennie and George camp at is a resounding no. That has to be one of the greatest descriptive scenes I have ever read in my life. As Guy Fierie from Food Network would say, that’s money.