19 March 2008

... the new yorker: second orality ...

The_new_yorker_dec_2007_2Proust described reading as "that fruitful miracle of a communication in the middle of solitude".  According to Maryanne Wolf "The efficient reading brain quite literally has more time to think". 

A reader learns about the world and imagines it differently from the way a viewer does. If, over time, many people choose television over books, then a nation's conversation with itself changes.

The concept of the "second orality" is attributed to Walter Ong in the early 1980s who speculated that television was taking us into an era of "second orality" akin to the primary orality that existed before the emergence of text. Whereas literates can rotate concepts in their minds abstractly, orals embed their thoughts in stories. According to Ong, the best way to preserve ideas in the absence of writing is to "think memorable thoughts" whose zing ensures their transmission.

As a child progresses from decoding to fluent reading, the route of signals through the brain shifts and reading starts to move along a faster and more efficient route. With the gain in time and the freed up brain power, a fluent reader is able to integrate more of her own thoughts and feelings into her experience. When reading goes well it is effortless; it makes you smarter because it leaves more of your brain alone. Proust contends that to read is "to receive a communication with another way of thinking, all the while remaining alone and continuing to enjoy the intellectual power that one has in solitude and that conversation dissipates immediately". 

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05 February 2008

... Mao's Last Dancer ...

Maos_last_dancer_001 The receptionist at the doctor's surgery this morning, leaned over, tapped my book and opined "That's a good read - much better than 'Wild Swans'". She is the second person in a week to tell me this. MLD is a good read. But so was WS - albeit a few years ago.

Li Cunxin is personable. He is bright as a spark. He loves his niang and his dia. He tells us this unceasingly. He loves freedom. He loves name dropping. At least the book spent 75% of its time on his growing up and the work he put into becoming a ballet dancer. The shine came off a bit when he was so chuffed with grotesque things in Houston.

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