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Related: Editorials & Other Articles, Issue Forums, Alliance Forums, Region ForumsHarper Lee's letter to Oprah on her love of books
In May of 2006, 46 years after the publication of her only novel, To Kill a Mockingbird, reclusive author Harper Lee wrote the following letter to Oprah Winfrey, on the subject of reading and her love of books. It was subsequently published in Oprah's magazine, "O."
(Source: O; Image: Harper Lee, via.)
May 7, 2006
Dear Oprah,
Do you remember when you learned to read, or like me, can you not even remember a time when you didn't know how? I must have learned from having been read to by my family. My sisters and brother, much older, read aloud to keep me from pestering them; my mother read me a story every day, usually a children's classic, and my father read from the four newspapers he got through every evening. Then, of course, it was Uncle Wiggily at bedtime.
So I arrived in the first grade, literate, with a curious cultural assimilation of American history, romance, the Rover Boys, Rapunzel, and The Mobile Press. Early signs of genius? Far from it. Reading was an accomplishment I shared with several local contemporaries. Why this endemic precocity? Because in my hometown, a remote village in the early 1930s, youngsters had little to do but read. A movie? Not often movies weren't for small children. A park for games? Not a hope. We're talking unpaved streets here, and the Depression.
Books were scarce. There was nothing you could call a public library, we were a hundred miles away from a department store's books section, so we children began to circulate reading material among ourselves until each child had read another's entire stock. There were long dry spells broken by the new Christmas books, which started the rounds again.
As we grew older, we began to realize what our books were worth: Anne of Green Gables was worth two Bobbsey Twins; two Rover Boys were an even swap for two Tom Swifts. Aesthetic frissons ran a poor second to the thrills of acquisition. The goal, a full set of a series, was attained only once by an individual of exceptional greed he swapped his sister's doll buggy.
We were privileged. There were children, mostly from rural areas, who had never looked into a book until they went to school. They had to be taught to read in the first grade, and we were impatient with them for having to catch up. We ignored them.
And it wasn't until we were grown, some of us, that we discovered what had befallen the children of our African-American servants. In some of their schools, pupils learned to read three-to-one three children to one book, which was more than likely a cast-off primer from a white grammar school. We seldom saw them until, older, they came to work for us.
Now, 75 years later in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with books. Instant information is not for me. I prefer to search library stacks because when I work to learn something, I remember it.
And, Oprah, can you imagine curling up in bed to read a computer? Weeping for Anna Karenina and being terrified by Hannibal Lecter, entering the heart of darkness with Mistah Kurtz, having Holden Caulfield ring you up some things should happen on soft pages, not cold metal.
The village of my childhood is gone, with it most of the book collectors, including the dodgy one who swapped his complete set of Seckatary Hawkinses for a shotgun and kept it until it was retrieved by an irate parent.
Now we are three in number and live hundreds of miles away from each other. We still keep in touch by telephone conversations of recurrent theme: "What is your name again?" followed by "What are you reading?" We don't always remember.
Much love,
Harper
http://www.lettersofnote.com/2012/10/some-things-should-happen-on-soft-pages.html
Loves me some Harper Lee!
I learned to read with comic books. When my Mama took my brother and me to town, we always stopped by the pharmacy/everything shop. She had enough money to buy us cokes and a comic book. I first learned about classic literature by reading a comic book series called Classics Illustrated. I read the books as I grew older.
We also went to the small county library and there was a bookmobile. My cousins and I all loved books. They were gold. They still are.
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Harper Lee's letter to Oprah on her love of books (Original Post)
Are_grits_groceries
Oct 2012
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Nice letter and great book. Coincidentally, I'm reading it now for the first time
kysrsoze
Oct 2012
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kysrsoze
(6,021 posts)1. Nice letter and great book. Coincidentally, I'm reading it now for the first time
It was the first "classic" I started reading from a stack of my teenage daughter's mandatory HS reads that I commandeered from her. In return, she got to read my Chuck Palahniuk books. I'm about 3/4 way through "To Kill a Mockingbird." Excellent book... wish she had written another. Now I want to watch the movie version, which I have also never seen.
I thought I was pretty well-read through high school and college, but there are so many more classics I've yet to read.