My Writing Week: Issue 16, Year 5.
Books I Read at High School
I watch the
American quiz show Jeopardy on cable and currently they have a Teen Tournament.
I am always amazed at the teenagers’ knowledge of literature in these
tournaments, and wonder if they read a
lot of the books that appear in the questions as part of the curriculum in
American high schools.
I then start thinking about the books that
were part of my high school curriculum way back in the seventies. The first
book I can remember having to read at high school was The Great Gatsby. If ever
a book failed to resonate with a reader, this was one. The only thing I got from it was a loathing
of novels about poor little rich people.
I think
somewhere about the same time I read Go Ask Alice, which was about a drug
addict who died, I think. As I was not planning to become a drug addict,
spending too much time playing golf, it said nothing to me.
Then I read Macbeth, I remember
enjoying the violence in the film they took us to watch, but the book failed to
excite my imagination.
In year ten, a
couple of decent books finally turned up. First was Lord of the Flies. Its
story really resonated as I was sure if my classmates and I were trapped on a
desert island, we would quickly turn against each other in a similar way to
what happened in the book. I was sure I would have wound up in Piggy’s group,
but I was relieved that I didn’t wear glasses.
Next we read 1984.
Now this was a book that changed my life. Someone else had finally noticed that
people were sheep. I already knew that Big Brother, in the form of peer group
pressure, had a pretty good grip on the people around me.
But then the
books deteriorate badly. I think in year
11 I had to suffer The Watcher on the Cast Iron Balcony. I remember being
disgusted by the homosexual elements of the novel. I was still a very naïve country
lad at the time, the type who went to university and saw that the cinema there
had free “Gay” films on. I went expecting to see a comedy.
I had to
write an essay about Watcher and I chose a topic which asked whether it was all
just crude sensationalism. I agreed it
was. My teacher did not, and gave me an “F”. Thinking the rat was in the cage
and I might fail English, I rewrote the essay saying what I thought Big Brother
wanted to hear and received a C-, which was a pass in those days.
But then, to
my absolute horror, in year 12 we wound up with two very similar novels to
Watcher. One was A Difficult Young Man, another poor little rich boy story. The other was A Kind of Loving, to
which my sole response was: why does the
girl eat so many oranges?
So it would
seem that most of the Victorian 1970’s English curriculum novels were wasted on
me. I often wonder if that is the case
with other people. If only I had access
to information on the web back then, then I could have just co-opted Big
Brother’s opinion on them.
Did you struggle to find relevance or empathise with the themes of most of
the novels in in your high school curriculum? Did one novel in particular, back
then, resonate with you and have you thinking, I always thought that?
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