Reading all the good books is like a conversation
with
the finest people of past centuries.
~
Rene Descartes
It may seem strange to a person who is more extroverted
and less of a bibliophile, but I often feel as if an author is a personal acquaintance
of mine, and that reading their works is like carrying on a conversation with
them. The author may be dead, or even if
they’re alive they may not live in the same country or speak the same
language. There is a great unlikelihood*
that I will ever have an actual face-to-face conversation.**
This very feeling of closeness, even kinship, with an
author, is part of what prompts me to want to read so much. When you are friends with someone, you want
to talk to them as much as possible, and if reading is a conversation, then you
want to read as much as possible for the same reasons.
A real complication arises from this, though: when you’re
having a conversation with a real person, it goes without saying that sometimes
this conversation becomes an argument. And if this argument takes place between you and a book—or even worse,
between two books—it’s a bit hard to know how to react.