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One Argentine Author Pays Homage To Literacy.
By Gregory McNamee
History of Reading, by Alberto Manguel (Viking Press).
Hardcover, $26.95.
SAINT AMBROSE, THE reputed author of the Athanasian Creed, did
not move his lips when he read. Neither did Ambrose's pupil and
colleague, Saint Augustine. The Roman chroniclers who witnessed
this feat thought it only a curiosity, and the provincial missionaries'
example took generations to become the ruling style of reading
in the West.
Regardless of how it's done, reading is a social act, involving
a history of formal and informal accords establishing that written
words have certain meanings and shapes, that they are to be used
in certain ways. Reading is also, of course, an intensely individual
act: Each reader approaches a text differently, bringing to bear
experience and personality on another's words. It's a complex
mental activity, involving several areas of the brain at once.
Reading is physiologically complex as well, demanding the eyes
dart around the page hundreds of times each second to take in
bits and pieces of visual information.
All of these matters are of profound interest to Alberto Manguel,
a multilingual Argentine now living in Canada, who ranges comfortably
along the thousands of years that make up the history of literacy.
His narrative runs from cave paintings to CD-ROMs, from ancient
Chinese "bone-shell scripts" carved on turtle carapaces
to technologies not yet in place. His History of Reading
spans vast territories of the mind, dropping names and tantalizing
arcana; pausing to ponder, in the space of a few paragraphs, the
multiple layers of meaning of a medieval illuminated Bible, the
double entendres of an advertisement for vodka; and the iconography
of Eleanor of Aquitaine's tomb, completed in 1204, which, fittingly
enough, depicts her reclined in bed reading a book propped up
on her stomach.
Manguel's cosmic history of reading as social fact is also a
personal one, an affecting memoir of a lifetime surrounded by
books--the typical retreat of the lonely child. Less solitary
in adulthood, Manguel has had the good fortune of enjoying bookish
companions, notably fellow Argentine writer and consummate reader
Jorge Luis Borges, to whom Manguel read after Borges lost his
sight in old age. The infirmity did not, Manguel writes, slow
Borges down in the least; "the listener...became the master
of the text," pausing for reflection, repeating words and
phrases, and calling for other books to illuminate the first.
Democratically minded, Manguel joins this story to a portrait
of Cuban cigar rollers, who appoint one of their number to read
them a story as they work, a long-standing favorite being Alexandre
Dumas' Count of Monte Cristo, whose name honors a cigar
of exceptional quality. Presumably these workers are happier and
better adjusted than are their Muzak-fed counterparts, for elsewhere
Manguel examines favorably psychologist James Hillman's notion
that readers of stories, especially those used to reading early
in life, have better psychic armor and a better developed sense
of the world than those introduced to stories late or not at all.
Manguel darts about from century to century and topic to topic,
from the contents of Lady Murasaki's pillow box to famous forgers
of the Napoleonic era. But he returns often to several themes,
foremost the idea that knowledge--bookish knowledge--is a form
of power. Recalling his homeland, Manguel notes that for this
very reason most governments do not go out of their way to educate
their citizens to be close, critical readers. "Demotic regimes
demand that we forget," he writes, "and therefore they
brand books as superfluous luxuries; totalitarian regimes demand
that we not think, and therefore they ban and threaten and censor;
both, by and large, require that we become stupid and that we
accept our degradation meekly, and therefore they encourage the
consumption of pap."
You have only to consider the current bestseller lists to recognize
Manguel has a point.
Political power is ever present in Manguel's discussion: He notes
that ancient Alexandria came to have its great library because
the ships that passed through its port were required to surrender
any books on board to be copied. He considers the laws of ancient
Rome--and of the antebellum American South--forbidding slaves
to read or be taught how to do so, and remarks that the Pinochet
government banned Don Quixote from Chile in 1981, years
after it came to power, because this most bookish of novels values
individual worth over the state.
Sometimes his examples are captivating, such as his anecdote
about the long-ago Grand Vizier of Persia, Abdel Kassem Ismael,
who ordered his library of 117,000 volumes accompany him while
traveling, borne by a caravan of 400 camels--camels that, for
good measure, were arranged in alphabetical order.
At other times they're horrifying, such as his brief account
of the life of the martyr William Tyndale: a printer who, in the
unenlightened era of 1536, was strangled and burned at the stake
on orders of Henry VIII. His heretical crime was ostensibly printing
a new translation of the Bible, but really he gave his life for
having criticized the king for divorcing Catherine of Aragon.
Tyndale died, Manguel notes, but the words he coined in his Bible
live on, among them "peacemaker" and "beautiful."
"Reading, almost as much as breathing, is our essential
function," Manguel ventures. Gently dispelling the refrain
that reading is a dying art--and this in a time when the mass
production of books continues to rise--his rich book honors the
magic of literacy.
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