Name: The Book You Really Need to Read Next
Uploaded: 2018-06-15T08:00:32.000Z
Duration: 5 min 5 s
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At any point in time, we're continuously being encouraged to pick up some novel or

other. Reviews, the recommendations of friends and the windows of bookstores edge us towards

certain titles that, we're promised, will definitively answer the deepest needs that

we bring to literature. Imagine that we have picked up some such title. It's late in

the evening and we're just starting out, our volume releasing the characteristic sweet

smell of newly opened work. The author is going to great lengths to get us interested

in the life of someone living in Edinburgh in the 1930s; it's raining a lot and their

car breaks down; they've got a friend in Budapest who is pregnant; there's a robbery

at a department store. There's a reference to Dundas Street and we flick back thirty

pages and realise that's where the main character's sister used to live. There's

a retired engineer with very bushy eyebrows who must be important in some way we don't

know yet. Immense effort and intelligence are being devoted to exploring the existence

of a fictional individual. But at this point, an incidental yet rather major thought strikes

us: no one, we realise, has ever looked at our life – our habits, our friends, our

past, our dilemmas and problems – with such sustained curiosity or in such detail. In

the novel on our lap, there seem to be plenty of pithy insights, clever summations, striking

observations and astute analyses, but all for the sake of the workings of the mind of

someone else, who's not really very much like us. It's a familiar situation we've

been educated politely to take for granted. But now it hits us with particular force:

we're reading the wrong book. What we should really be doing is reading a book about us

– written with the same elegance and wisdom, but placing the raw material of our life in

a lucid order, selecting and joining up diverse events in our chaotic stream of consciousness

and turning them into a coherent story. We're politely interested in the stories of others,

but the story we really need to hear about is our own. What we really crave is for someone

to make loving sense of us. We want them to write us, with all our complexity and obscurity,

down in crisply phrased and clear sentences. Our reading of someone else's novel is dutiful

and well-educated no doubt, but it is as if we went to the doctor and they made a very

accurate diagnosis of someone else's earache, or if a financial advisor went to great lengths

to present us with a solution to the money troubles of a stranger, from which we could

at best extract the occasional fleeting hint of what might possibly be useful in our own

case. In the 1690s, one of the greatest of French writers, François Fénelon, was appointed

tutor to the young Duke of Burgundy. To assist with his education, Fénelon wrote a long

and fascinating novel called The Adventures of Telemachus in which the Duke, lightly disguised,

was the central character. The problems the character in the novel faces were exactly

the problems the Duke was actually facing; the strengths and weakness of the central

character – carefully understood by the writer – were his. It sounded like the rarest

and most cultivated luxury to have someone write a novel about you. But it is a treat

we should all be granted – and perhaps secretly crave. We don't need to give up our jobs

and become writers – because this book of ourselves is one we're writing already;

we're at work on it in the early hours, when we can't sleep, when we daydream, make

plans, go over the past – and give ourselves over to retelling, as best we can, what has

really happened to us and what it all could mean. It's simply a pity we don't devote

as much energy as we should to this emerging, critically important work. It is hugely noble

that we spend so much time reading the novels of others. It is life-saving and properly

generous to ourselves when we learn to order and make sense of the experiences of our own

troubled days and nights. There is no risk in reading plenty of novels, but on a regular

basis, we should carve the time to write and then read back to ourselves the nascent, unfolding novel of

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