Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- Series Editor's Preface
- Advertisement
- 1 Casting Off
- 2 Reading a Novel
- 3 Reading a Poem
- 4 Drama: An Aside
- 5 The Essay: A Note (On Being Late)
- 6 On Critical and Creative Writing
- 7 The Literary Turn
- 8 Veerer: Where Ghosts Live
- 9 Veerer: Reading Melville's ‘Bartleby’ A Small Case of Civil Disobedience
- 10 Veering with Lawrence
- Appendix: A Note on Nodism
- Index
2 - Reading a Novel
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 12 September 2012
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- Series Editor's Preface
- Advertisement
- 1 Casting Off
- 2 Reading a Novel
- 3 Reading a Poem
- 4 Drama: An Aside
- 5 The Essay: A Note (On Being Late)
- 6 On Critical and Creative Writing
- 7 The Literary Turn
- 8 Veerer: Where Ghosts Live
- 9 Veerer: Reading Melville's ‘Bartleby’ A Small Case of Civil Disobedience
- 10 Veering with Lawrence
- Appendix: A Note on Nodism
- Index
Summary
On with your Story in a direct Line, and fall not into your Crooks and your Transversals.
(Cervantes)She came around a curve … and then saw – too late – several large, splintered pieces of wood scattered across the road. There were rusty nails jutting from many of them. She jounced across the pothole that had probably dislodged them from some country bumpkin's carelessly placed load, then veered for the soft shoulder in an effort to get around the litter, knowing she probably wasn't going to make it; why else would she hear herself saying Oh-oh?’ (Stephen King)
When you read a novel, as you become involved, you veer. You come to realize that you have veered into it and you go on veering. It is not like a movie or computer game or conversation or session with a psychotherapist, it is another world. It is not simply a separate world, a utopic place. Falling in love with a novel, letting yourself be seduced, drifting into its strange expanse that is really neither surface nor depth, you are certainly a pervert of sorts, a reader pleasurably submitting to that experience of disavowal that Roland Barthes describes so well and so relishes: ‘I know these are only words, but all the same …’. You may come away from your reading and then return, veering back into it, rather like the mind of Margaret, perhaps, into the house and garden, that is also a novel, called Howards End (1910): ‘her mind trembled towards a conclusion which only the unwise have put into words.
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- VeeringA Theory of Literature, pp. 13 - 33Publisher: Edinburgh University PressPrint publication year: 2011