Memphis Trace wrote:To be able to add anything meaningful to a debate about the prose, I would have to read the story again with the idea of picking nits. So far I've read it twice and I can't keep my workshop mentality forefront. I become immersed in the story and forget that it is writing instead of reading.
Likewise.
Dill Carver wrote:It is politically correct to like the book.
I certainly don't love it because it's politically correct to love it. I have a brain, thank you. I love it because it's a good story.
At the age I started reading it, I was champing at the bit to enter the world of the literati. I wanted to read something accessible to me without having it mammocked by the critics.
There was much ado in my circle, from friends who had not even read To Kill a Mockingbird, about how powerful the story was. From what little I heard from the literati, it was a story told from the POV of a 6-year old, that told a big story. 6-years old was about my level of story sophistication when I was about 25 years old. I thought it would be a great onramp into the sophisticated world I wanted to enter.
To that point, I hap been sweating my way foggily into Faulkner and Sinclair Lewis—and trying to get good enough at reading stories to be mesmerized by Moby Dick
Is this a conversation about whether or not To Kill a Mockingbird is "great literature," or whether or not we love it? Dill, you're listing lots of reasons why you don't love it (fairly enough.) I've been responding in kind with entirely subjective reasons why I do. If you were asking in your original question if it's great literature, that's hard to say because I still don't exactly know what great literature is.
Nor do I know what great literature is. I certainly can't pick what literature will endure as a guiding star for a movement through 65 years.
One of the things that makes (me) love a work is my suspicion of its impact. I'm not saying that's universal greatness according to everybody. It's greatness according to me. Which is what I thought we were talking about -- all of our personal views on why WE love To Kill a Mockingbird.
Even though I was right in the middle of the movement To Kill a Mockingbird helped inspire, I didn't have the foresight nor the retrospective critical thinking skills to realize its impact on the South I knew up close and personal.
I think it's a little close-minded and sweeping to suggest that everyone in the world who loves To Kill a Mockingbird loves it because it's politically correct to love it. Maybe some people do, but I work in a bookstore, chap, and the book flies off the shelves, still. Not by people auto-buying it because they should. These are mothers inspiring their children to read it. These are people who love the book because it is a friend. People whose eyes twinkle as they tug it up -- not because of some political agenda, but because the people in the story are friends.
For the whole of my life in which I have aspired to write and read critically, I have unashamedly claimed it was my favorite story without taking the time to reexamine my initial affection for it. I've recommended it to my children, to my friends looking for a good—and important—story to aspiring writers, to aspiring readers in reading groups.
About 5 years ago, I read it again to see if I still held my exalted opinion of it. Once again, I became immersed in the story. However, with my life experience, I found Atticus more of a device than a character. Now, having read Go Set a Watchman, I came to realize I had first read To Kill a Mockingbird with the sophistication of a 6-year old rather than the sophistication of a 25 year-old.
I love the sink-in quality, I love Atticus both before and after Watchman, I love Scout. I love the fact that it's one of my mother's favorite books, so we share it. She was very young when she read it for the first time. When I read it, I feel that I've gone back in time to her generation, and that I'm there beside her, reading it along with her back in her childhood. When I read it, I can feel a ghostly sense of my childhood self reading it -- the sense that a smaller me read the words and thought even as I am thinking again. I love it for that reason.
I came to it without all the benefits of your sophistication. I could really see the trees for the forest, but still was mesmerized, wandering lost in its thrall through the woods. I certainly had no encouragement from my family or from the politically correct to either read or not read it.
I'm not sure this sort of personal affiliation with a novel is actually debatable? Absolutely, literary components are -- like theme, tone, writing style. But that's not what I'm talking about. I'm not reading it looking for all of that. It may have all of that? It certainly has theme, and if it's forced, thank goodness for that, because somebody needed to say it.
I think US critics who claim it is politically correct, are ones who have had to retreat into their holes because there are so many readers who are willing to testify to its impact on them from an early age. Unsophisticated young people not bent on judging its literary merit, but its impact on the world all around them still find it a political and spiritual inspiration. It's easy for me to see why many southern politicians still consider it political correctness run amuck.
Great literature for me is made up of all sorts of things personal to my own tastes and passions. To Kill a Mockingbird fulfills whatever it is for me that simply clicks when I read. If I had more time, I could probably pull out passages that inspired me (the scene on the porch) for one -- but goodness, it's the characters, the simplicity of the coming of age tale, the grittiness of Scout's personality, her skepticism of her father which is surprised by his character, the line, "Stand up, Scout, your father's passing." It's the way it's all a symphony, sort of, which comes together in the line about the mockingbird. It's Jem, who reminds me of my brother. It's the fact that every time I read it again, it is the same, and it all starts over, and it's all so -- I don't know, alive. It's the next door neighbor who stands in her ashes and decides to go on. It's the snowman on a winter morning. It's the books Atticus reads Scout. It's the way she has to apologize for learning to read too quickly, and how I feel like grinning with her as she does it because that's silly. It's the Cunninghams. It's the court scenes. It's Mayella. It's Tom. It's all of it.
I fully agree that It's all of it.
I was neither sophisticated nor jaded enough, or far enough advanced in my literary aspirations, in my first reading of To Kill a Mockingbird to see the warts I saw after 50 years of aspiring to read and write great literature. Still, I couldn't help getting immersed. On reflection about my second reading, tt was easy for me to forgive Lee for making Atticus a "puppet for the story's agenda" once I read Go Set a Watchman.
It's hardly a best-seller due to avid readers choosing the title from the bookstore after perusing the shelves looking for something interesting.
You can't possibly know why people like the book. I'd absolutely pick it off the shelf based on the story description. This is the sort of book I'd have under my text book when I was supposed to be studying. This is the sort of book I pull to when I'm sick or sad and want a friend to keep me reading and sweep me away.
If the Mocking Bird prose was published here as unknown text from and unknown author, it'd get ripped to bits.
Not by me. Not for a second. It has voice, it has soul, it has grit.