It’s happened again. There is a certain best selling book out there about an explosion in a New York museum, a little boy and a piece of art with a yellow bird on it that everyone is talking about and touting as great, and I don’t like it. Too wordy. So boring. I read about a quarter of it and I laid it down somewhere and I don’t recall where that somewhere is. And I don’t care.
When I was in college, I horrified one of my professors because I told him I didn’t like Leaves of Grass. He said that in all of his years teaching, he had never run into ANYone who didn’t like it. I was an adult student you understand, so I wasn’t intimidated by him whatsoever, and I responded, “No, you’ve just never met anyone who would admit that they didn’t like it. It’s a boring, self-indulgent piece of claptrap, and I like Billy Joel’s version in his song We Didn’t Start the Fire better, although it too was a self-indulgent piece of claptrap, but at least it had a catchy tune.” I thought he was going to swallow his tongue. Although I got A’s on all of my work, I mysteriously had a B on my grade sheet at the end of the quarter. Whatever. Que sera sera. What is college for after all if not to express yourself and learn new things? Even if you’re an old prof, you can learn that just because someone is supposed to like something, or just because YOU like it doesn’t mean everyone else will. It’s a hard lesson I know.
I also don’t like Moby Dick. Yep, hate it. Boring, boring, boring. How many ways can one express their obsession with a whale? Four million, fifty five thousand and one apparently. I had to read it no less than FOUR times during the course of earning my degree. Spark Notes anyone? I got to the point where I didn’t even like listening to others TALK about it anymore.
In addition to “great works of literature” that make me feel like I’m dying, I also don’t care for the Oscars or any other celebrity award show. Yes, I can find better things to do with my life than sit around watching millionaires give each other golden man statues for movies that are not that great.
I AM a fan of books that are well edited, and move at a snappy pace. Having more pages does not mean the book is better, it just means it’s longer; just like singing really loud and subjecting the listener to annoying vocal gymnastics does not mean you are a better singer (half the people on American Idol who all sound the same), it just means you sing loud. The classic literature I like runs more to the Medieval (Chaucer, anyone?), and I like movies that seldom get nominated for Academy Awards, like Saving Mr. Banks for example. I loved that one. I thought it was going to be just another “Disney” movie, but it was really a beautiful representation of overcoming the past and moving forward in life.
I guess what it all comes down to, is that everyone has their own likes and dislikes, and it’s ok. If you like that book about the explosion, good for you! I’m glad you are reading. I won’t argue with you that you shouldn’t like the book just because I don’t. I WILL tell you the truth of my opinion though. I also won’t give you a lower grade than you earned because you don’t like the actual novel Gone With The Wind, even though it’s one of my favorites. It’s ok. Differences are what makes the world go round. How boring it would be if we all liked the exact same things. We’d have nothing to talk or write about.
Just remember, even if it’s the best selling book of all time, or a literary masterpiece that everyone else likes, or maybe a movie about people floating around in space that is supposed to be great, but makes your blood congeal, don’t be afraid to just say no. You can stop reading, stop watching, or not go in the first place, and you can say, outloud, “I DIDN’T LIKE IT!!” It’s ok. Be bold. Be strong. Be yourself, and don’t let anyone tell you that you’re wrong.
Have a great weekend everybody 🙂