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Keith Oatley is a novelist and professor of cognitive psychology at the Univeristy of Toronto. He has some remakable things to say about the act of reading. His book, Such Stuff as Dreams suggests that when we read, our brains interpret social interactions in a work of fiction as the real thing – as far as our brains are concerned we experience real human contact and are as affected by the experience as though we were actually present with the characters in the novel.
Oatley has been quoted in the magazine Scientific American Mind (article Fiction Hones Social Skills) as saying, Reading “can hone your social brain, so that when you put your book down you may be better prepared for camaraderie, collaboration, even love.”
Most readers know how deeply they can be affected by the books they read. What they didn’t know before is that when they get involved with a fictional character, they tend to follow their actions as though they were participating in them and develop a deep empathy with their motives and feelings. Oatley suggests that reading is a form of mind-training – a course in how humans behave and react to each other. Readers tend to have better social skills because they are better aquainted with the way other people think and they are more familiar with the huge variety of human behaviour than non-readers.
As I read this I thought of just one example. I remember reading Brick Lane by Monica Ali, about the experience of a Bangladeshi woman who moved to Tower Hamlets in London to marry an older man – not usually the sort of book which interests me. As I read it however, I was drawn into the story and by the end of the book I found tremendous sympathy with Nazeem and her husband Chanu. I became engrossed on the story of how the initially isolated Nazeem was changed by the people she met in London and by the end of the book my understanding of Bangladeshi immigrant culture was so greatly enhanced that I felt real understanding of the pressures faced by immigrants who don’t even speak the language of their host nation.
Oatley’s book is based on experimental research such as setting groups of people to read a novel and then testing their social abilities before and after. But in the longer term, Oatley found that people who read were better at judging the emotional state of others and also making judgements about social relationships. Reading fiction trains people in understanding other human beings just in the same way that reading a work of non-fiction can train you in science or engineering.
The author refers to research in which students were asked to read either a novel about the plight of an Algerian woman or an essay about Algerian women’s rights. Researchers found that the readers of the novel had far more concern about the Algerian women’s rights than those who read the more newsy, third-party report.
But its the internalisation of what people read which was never quite understood before. Readers personalities are subtly changed by what they read and they become better at relating to other people, particularly those who are very different to themselves.
I can relate to this in my own reading. Books have taught me so much – how “good” people can be driven to commit a murder (Crime and Punishment – Fyodr Dostoevsky), what its like to be autistic (Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime – Mark Haddon), how its best to be reconciled to those who do us harm (The Railway Man – Eric Lomax) and countless other books which stay in my mind like icons on the wall of a cathedral.
Keith Oatley has more books in the pipeline and if Such Stuff as Dreams is anything to go by then we will be learning more about the transformative power of fiction and how those of us who sit in a corner with a book may be preparing ourselves far more for interaction with the real world than those who think reading is a waste of time.
Travel writer Harry Bucknall is an experienced wanderer with a background in both the military and in theatre production – an interesting mix of talents which has enabled him to write a distinctive travel book in which he describes his travels through the major (and many of the lesser) Greek Islands. The book has received acclaim from masters of travel writing Jan Morris and Patrick Leigh Fermor (the latter now sadly deceased).
Of course, in choosing Greece as his subject, the question facing any potential reader is, Will the author be able to get behind the swathes of tourist gloss to find the authentic Greece? I am pleased to say that while Harry does not try to make out that his travels were wholly in isolated villages or mountain paths, on the whole, he does manage to present a picture of a land where the old ways still run in parallel with the coastal strips and tourist destinations.
Harry’s aim was simple – “a dream of a journey through the scattered islands of the Ionian and the Aegean spanning centuries of exotic history and all the time travelling on a hotchpotch assortment of ships trailing the azure seas”. He states at the start of his book that no-one knows how may islands go to make up the Greek Archipelago – perhaps 1000 to 6000 (it all depends on the size of rock to be counted as an “island”!). In the end Harry classified the islands into seven groups – The Ionian, The Dodecanse, The Cyclades, The Argo-Saronic, The Sporades, The North Eastern Aegean Islands, and Crete.
Continue reading Review: In the Dolphin’s Wake – Harry Bucknall
This was 16 January Daily Deal so no longer applies. The book is worth getting hold of at full price however.
Best American Mystery Stories 2011
Sorry – no time for a proper post today but wanted to make sure people don’t miss this offer.

I enjoy reading about the adventures of lone travellers, particularly when they are travelling under their own steam. In the middle of winter, its particularly good to read of someone setting off on a spring morning to see where their journey is going to take them.
I’ve already reviewed Susie Kelly’s book The Valley of Heaven and Hell in which she cycled with her husband on the trail of Marie Antoinette as she fled from Paris to Rheims (only to return later to meet her death). Now, Blackbirdebooks have published Susie’s earlier book, Best Foot Forward in which she walked alone from La Rochelle on the Atlantic coast right across France and into Switzerland, carrying a flimsy tent and a few essentials – an adventure indeed.
Having done quite a bit of walking in France myself, I could only marvel at Susie’s ability to find her way through such a great distance in the French countryside. Many’s the time I’ve been lost while walking in France even when walking for just an afternoon and with the car usually waiting for us just over a nearby hill. While there are way marks on all the major routes, a west-east journey like this required a lot of route-finding across dull terrain which the major walking routes never passed through. Susie was equipped only with a large scale map which frequently misled her and often had to rely on the knowledge of passers by who turned out to be far from reliable.
Continue reading Review: Best Foot Forward, a 500-mile walk through hidden France – Susie Kelly
I have been a great fan of Kazuo Ishiguro’s books ever since The Remains of the Day right up to his latest book of four stories, Nocturnes. One of his more intriguing books was Never Let Me Go, about a boarding school in which cloned children were raised to become organ donors (turned into a rather good film by Director, Mark Romanek).
I was drawn to read The Unit because I was intrigued to see what Swedish writer Ninni Holmqvist would make of the organ donation theme. After all, Sweden has an unpleasant history of eugenics having sterilised more mentally ill and deviant people than even Nazi Germany, in a programme that was brought to an end in 1975.
I have to say, I thought The Unit was rather good. It is unlike Never Let Me Go in many ways, not least that in the Ishiguro book it is children who donate their organs while in The Unit it is the older generation who contribute their bits and pieces for the good of others.
The Unit takes place at an unspecified time in the future. The world looks similar to ours but society has moved on. The population is shrinking and priority is given to those who can bear children. Childless, single or gay people are classified as “dispensable” and at the age of 50 for women or 60 for men (men produce viable sperm for longer than women produce viable eggs) they give up their homes and every aspect of their lives and go to live in The Unit where they spend the rest of their days – a place which has all the features of a luxury spa hotel, while going through a series of medical experiments and organ donations which will eventually kill them (via their “final donation”).
Continue reading Review: The Unit – Ninni Holmqvist
I read quite a few European books in translation but its not often I come across a book from Belgium (only two feature on this blog so far). Late last year I made a visit to Bruges and realised that that beautiful city of canals and filigreed stonework was hardly characteristic of a country that contained the huge working port of Antwerp and the Euro-capital of Brussels. In The Misfortunates, Dimitri Verhulst has given us an image of a working-class suburb (the fictional “Arsendegem”) of an un-named town where drunkenness and low-level violence predominate.
According to his Wikipedia entry, Dimitri Verhulst was came from a broken home “and spent his childhood in foster homes and institutes”. The publicity for the book says that it is semi-autobiographical – a book where the author has taken his life as a starting point and then embellished the bare bones of his life to make it more entertaining and readable. The reader never knows where reality ends and fiction begins but as the boy in The Misfortunates is called “Dimmy” there is obviously enough reality in the book that the author can say, “This was my life”.
Continue reading Review: The Misfortunates – Dimitri Verhulst
On this 1 January 2012, I wish a happy and prosperous New Year to all my readers.
I’m starting this year with a book which isn’t available in the book stores until April. However, I wanted to publish the review while the subject is so topical following the death last month of North Korean leader Kim Il Sung.
I started to read The Orphan Master’s Son just before Christmas not realising that our television screens would feature so many images of North Korea following the death of Kim Il Sung and his replacement as supreme leader by his young son Kim Il Un. As I watched the news reports of weeping crowds and saw the podgy face of the new “supreme leader”, I found myself reading grim passages in Adam Johnson’s book about the pitiful state of the the bulk of the North Korean population as they face forced labour and near-starvation.
It is rare to find a book set in North Korea, that vast prison-house of a nation which seems to be a giant personality-cult backed-up by the fourth largest army in the world. North Korea is such a closed-off land with such difficult access for Western people that very few books about North Korea have been published – one notable exception in recent years being Barbara Demick’s excellent Nothing to Envy which documents the accounts of six real-life citizens of the city of Chongin.
In order to write this highly detailed account of a life in North Korea, Adam Johnson immersed himself in whatever information was available about the country including defectors’ oral histories and any other material he could get his hands on. The first few pages of his book are the product of “a year’s investigation into North Korean orphanages, the floods of 1995 and the resulting famine, the city of Chongin, Soviet factories, Songun policy, military vehicles and so on”. He has also travelled in North Korea (under the watchful eye of State-employed minders of course) and this has filled in some of the gaps left by eye-witness accounts and the written literature.
Continue reading Review: The Orphan Master’s Son – Adam Johnson
In Far North, we read of a world in which the inevitable results of consumerism, global warming and the environmental exploitation of poorer nations has come full cycle. The disaster has long been and gone.
Before the disaster, numbers of the concerned emigrated to Siberia, a blank canvas of a land, where environmentalists, Quakers and free-thinkers could build Ark-like communities where they would be safe from the worst awaiting mankind.
Alas, their isolation was not enough to protect them, for when the world fell apart, other, more mean-spirited groups came into their communities and sowed dissension and brought back the old ways of competitiveness and greed. An adult “Lord of the Flies” was enacted and only a few survived.
One of the survivors tells the story of what happened next. Named “Makepeace” by her Quaker father, she suffered terrible abuse from the rougher incomers and now presents herself as a man. Never a very feminine woman, she finds safety in her new persona. Her struggle for survival has in any case given her the full range of skills of any mountain survivalist. Makepeace’s family are long-gone, the victims of terrible times which leached their idealism away from them and left them prey to evil.
Continue reading Review: Far North – Marcel Theroux
 La Flotte - Ile de Ré
2011 was an eventful year for our family, with the birth of Florence, a new grand-daughter in February and the marriage of our son in September. We now have two little girls to look after on Wednesdays while our daughter works and I have spent many afternoons doing Sudoku puzzles with half an eye on the girls in the soft-play area of our local leisure centre.
We travelled into the Eurozone in summer with a Rhine Cruise in June and a week in the Ile de Ré in September (which my wife and I will remember forever as the holiday in which I filled my diesel car with unleaded petrol on the journey home). Will I need Deutschmarks and Francs to do the same travels next year?
Well, it seems to be the thing for book bloggers to produce “best of” lists at the end of the year. I’ve been through my list of books this year and the results are below. I’ve written 53000 words in 2011 and reviewed 49 books (with one more to come on Thursday). I reviewed 70 books last year, but this year I had a break from book-blogging during July to September.
My best books in various catergories are as follows:
Continue reading 2011 Round-up including best books
In The Hunger Trace Edward Hogan has produced a characteristically English novel set among the hills of Derbyshire. Hogan’s elegant prose makes the English county of Derbyshire a main feature of the book with its remote villages and sodden countryside. He has an obvious love of his home county and writes eloquently of its rugged charms:
The walls of the gritstone gorge rose high above Detton village. In the soft light, the cliff-face looked tooth-marked and bruised, like half a discarded apple. Above the face lay a green scalp of land patched with enclosures . . . autumn’s gravity created movement and noises everywhere. Clouds diffused the sun like lampshades, giving all objects an internal luminescence, their shadows falling at strange angles.
The book’s four solitary and variously damaged characters try to find a solace in each other which ultimately none of them can provide. Hogan shows a rare talent for getting into the heads of isolated people who find more satisfaction in their relationships with wild creatures than with friends and neighbours.
The events in the book take place after the death of David Bryant, the creator of a wild-life park. He has bequeathed the park to his wife Maggie who bravely continues to run the park with the help of a few dedicated staff. The book opens with a phone call telling Maggie that her herd of ibex has escaped and is running freely on the main road through the village. Maggie quickly asks her neighbour Louisa to hook a trailer to her old Transit van and to help her locate the animals and bring them back to the park.
Continue reading Review: The Hunger Trace – Edward Hogan
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