Last
week a friend of mine tagged me on Facebook “challenging” me to compile a list
of ten books that have stuck with me after I finished reading them. My first (obvious)
thought was that that was a ridiculous number—how could any reader only pick ten
books?! I've read thousands of books in my life, and even the ones I despised
stuck with me in some way or another (I’m talking to you, Nick Hornby!), so I
went the route of just listing the first ten books that came to mind that had
some kind of positive effect or experience. There was some fiction—both classic
and contemporary—plus a bit of poetry, and a smattering of memoir. There was something
particularly weird that I noticed about my list the moment I hit the enter
button: none of the titles were creative nonfiction.
The
lack of creative nonfiction on my list was unsettling because it tends to be
the genre I gravitate towards and read the most of. It also happens to be the
genre I feel the most comfortable writing, so it takes up a large portion of my
experience with the written word. How is it that none of those books came to
mind when I was thinking of stories that stuck? Especially considering I
fangirl every time David Sedaris, Bill Bryson, Barbara Ehrenreich, Mary Roach,
Sarah Vowell, or Dave Eggers release a new book. I can’t say that their works
didn't stick with me; I think about Nickle and Dimed all the time, and I feel constantly influenced by the humor of A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again,
and wallow in the fact that I struggle to be simultaneously cynical, hilarious,
and persuasive in my writing.
The
answer I've come to is that this isn't some latent crisis revealing that I
secretly cherish fiction more than nonfiction; I think I approached this list
from a primitive spot, instead of intellectualizing my feels. Looking at the
list a second time makes me realize that the books I listed produced the most
visceral reactions from me, and that coupled with an uncomfortably-high level
of empathy towards suffering and the human condition, is what caused me to pull
those books to the top of that list. Ironically, it was rationalizing my feels
that brought me to that conclusion, so it appears that that kind of
intellectualization is still kicking and clawing its way through my thoughts.
Take that, potentially-nonfiction-doubting-fear!
So are you saying that you get a more "visceral" response to fiction than to nonfiction? If so, why do you think that is?
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