At the end of December the Guardian ran a story about reading and empathy:
Psychologists from Washington University used brain scans to see what happens inside our heads when we read stories. They found that “readers mentally simulate each new situation encountered in a narrative“. The brain weaves these situations together with experiences from its own life to create a new mental synthesis. Reading a book leaves us with new neural pathways.
The discovery that our brains are physically changed by the experience of reading is something many of us will understand instinctively, as we think back to the way an extraordinary book had a transformative effect on the way we viewed the world. This transformation only takes place when we lose ourselves in a book, abandoning the emotional and mental chatter of the real world. That’s why studies have found this kind of deep reading makes us more empathetic, or as Nicholas Carr puts it in his essay, The Dreams of Readers, “more alert to the inner lives of others”.
This is significant because recent scientific research has also found a dramatic fall in empathy among teenagers in advanced western cultures.
I’ve talked about this in often in my essays, particularly in “As We Mean to Go On,” which I wrote with Kelley, about how it was books that us together:
Books–the ones Kelley and I had read, the ones we wanted to write–drew us to the place where we would meet, and made it possible for us to understand each other when we got there. We were born only nine days apart, but also eight thousand miles, on different continents and to different cultures. Our meeting and life together should have been one long cultural car crash, but though there are times when our common language puzzles us extremely, books have formed for us a parallel universe, a world where we learnt the same things at the same time from the same characters, though sometimes with distinctly different flavours.
Reading saves us, makes us, fortifies us, helps us find each other. Reading is the gateway to so many things that helps makes it possible for seven billion people to live together on one planet. Literature is the great extra-somatic keeper of our knowledge of what it is to be human. Reading elevates us. We read to be our best selves.
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When someone asks me “What are you going to do today?”, I say work eat sleep and read. Then I talk about what I read to my sister or a friend. There is no greater pleasure. Empathy is the reason I found and read your blog.
barbara, what are your favourite kind of blog posts here? Rants? Long and serious? Whimsical? Pretty?
Rants are definitely topnotch. You show your passion as well as your rapier wit. Those posts shake me up and wake me up. I also like long and serious posts because they show your mind at work and are a measure of the ideas you love. I haven't found any posts to be whimsical or pretty, but maybe that's just me.
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