I've oft repined that I just can't find a modern book with which to fall in love. Perhaps it is that our societal and cultural tastes and expectations have changed and I was just born in the wrong century. It is quite interesting to read an old book or even to watch an older movie (try 50's, not 80's) and then compare it with more modern works. Just look at our current theatrical fare: a romance movie now centers around a mere fling, a comedy is a senseless collection of raunchy jokes, an action movie is all action and no plot or character development. We don't see a movie to think or to be moved but rather to be entertained. The same goes for our books and our relationships.
There are some who find Jane Austen the dullest author on the planet, but I find her ideas of romance, characterization, and humor unrivaled by any modern heir. There are no zombies, superheroes, explosions, or high speed chases. People mostly just sit around and talk. The same with Anne of Green Gables. I found them both exceedingly dull as a child, but once I learned to listen and then to understand, they have become some of my favorites both in the literary and cinematic realm. What do they have that modern works do not? Heart. Personality. Wit. Warmth. Soul. There's a cultural revolt against over processed foods, why then do we accept without question or critique the mass produced grist that passes for entertainment in this day and age? A steady diet of junk will ruin your physical health. What then does a steady diet of mediocre or rotten media do to your mind and soul?
The sad fact is, many of Jane Austen's characters have more depth than your average modern American. I wish it were not so, but so it is. We don't think, we don't reason, we don't empathize with others; we exist solely for our own pleasure and heaven help anyone or anything that gets in the way of what we want most at that particular moment, that thing most vital to our own happiness, which if we were truthful, never results in the joy we had at first anticipated. We are trying to fill our vacant souls from the outside in, rather than trying to build them from the ground up and the inside out. Character development and the pursuit of virtue are the last things on our to do list, which is why our society is a nervous wreck and no one is content in the least. As a mother, people are always asking (especially other moms) if my son can count to such and such or if he's potty trained or if he can do whatever. No one ever asks if he's polite, generous, gentle, listens, considers the feelings of others, etc. These are not traits we encourage in our success driven, socially shallow society. Perhaps he can't count as well as the next kid his own age and hasn't taught himself to read, but as a person, he's coming along splendidly, and that's an accomplishment that will bless him and all around him his entire life, and something he won't learn in any school. I'll take Miss Austen's comedies of manner over zombies any day, and I think, as a society, we'd be the happy if we all did likewise.
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