It all started when my son's English teacher—an extraordinary mentor and all-around wonderful guy named Curt—sent email asking parents and students for their feedback on a list of books he was considering for the upcoming year. Unlike a requisite high school English class, this group was composed of seven homeschooled teens ranging in age from 15 to 18 who had been studying together for the past two years. They were accustomed to working collaboratively with their teacher and each other. Without the carrot-and-stick incentive of grades to motivate them, they had reason to make sure the books would be ones they'd feel inspired to read. So, when Curt asked for feedback, it was a genuine request for responses.
Here's the list he proposed:
- The Shipping News by E. Annie Proulx
- The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver
- Death Comes for the Archbishop by Willa Cather
- The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende
However, as I looked at the list, I could not imagine my son, a fairly typical teenage boy, enjoying a single one of the selections. His taste in literature runs more toward Terry Pratchett, Kurt Vonnegut, Neil Gaiman, and Catch-22 by Joseph Heller. So, although I should have known better, I decided to be his advocate.
I wrote lengthy emails explaining why I thought he would dislike the books. Of course, I conceded, there's no harm in reading a few books you don't like, but was it reasonable to ask him to slog through over 400 pages of Allende's prose? I suggested other books he might like better. I asked whether it might be possible to read brief excerpts, a few chapters, to get a sense of the style. Curt waited patiently to see how others (particularly the students) would respond.