When I was in what we called back in the sixties Junior High, I developed a taste for romance novels. You know, the Harlequin-type stories about love lost and gained. The ones with muscled men and voluptuous women on the covers. Not porn--at least not technically--but hardly good literature. But our local library had several shelve of them, and I started checking them out and devouring them.
One morning my mother got a phone call from our local librarian. She was appalled that a thirteen-year-old boy was reading such things. Did my mother know I was into such material? Didn't she think it important that I restrict my reading to those volumes found in the children's room?
Much to her credit, my mother said, "No." And in no uncertain terms told the librarian I was free to check out and read anything I might find in the library. Even if it was rather lousy literature. I, ultimately, wasn't going to harm me. And probably, she said, I'd grow out of it. Which I did. In just a year or two I was reading Graham Green, John Steinbeck, Willa Cather, and more controversial writers like J. D. Salinger and Herman Hesse.
I sometimes wonder if Mom had restricted my reading if I would have turned away from it altogether? I don't know. But I do know her permission allowing me to "read at will" resulted in a greatly expanded worldview.
Banning books is not the answer--and Mom knew that fifty plus years ago.
It's a lesson I'll never forget--and I hope others will soon learn.
I have a pin at home that says, "I Read Banned Book"--I guess (sadly) it's time to dig it out again.
Good for your Mom!!
ReplyDeleteSame thing happened to me except my grandmother was on the library board. She too said I could read anything. Started with Emily Loring….more romance.
ReplyDeleteI am appalled by the small minds who are so afraid of ideas! When we were children, my brother and I binged on comic books, to the horror of friends of my father's. He said let them learn to love to read, and the good stuff will follow, which of course, it did.
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