Required Reading for the Betterment of Society

I'm convinced book people should take over the world.

I've actually put a lot of time into thinking about this. For years I have maintained that if I were a dictator, citizens under my rule would have mandatory reading for the betterment of society. The assigned readings wouldn't be dense or obscure, they would be accessible to as many in the population as possible. I'd offer optional readings for different levels and, of course, everyone would be encouraged to do as much 'free-will' reading as possible. Literature wouldn't come from just one genre and required reading for the betterment of society would include both fiction and non-fiction. For those with reading disabilities or vision issues, audio books would be available. I'd be a benevolent dictator, after all.

Think about it. There would be no more mind-numbing reality TV. Nobody would care what inane people with no real talent were doing. They'd be too busy reading. Intelligence reducing twenty-four hour news cycles would be obsolete. People wouldn't have time to listen to factless drivel. It would be a calmer, gentler, smarter, quieter period in which people expanded their minds, increased their compassion, and generally exercised civility. Society would be better, I'm sure.

Because book people are nice.

Okay, I may be speaking in gross generalities here but I'm pretty sure I'm on to something. I've figured it out after years of observing book people at a local library annual used book sale. The sale is huge. Books are everywhere. Readers flock to the sale en masse.

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Table after table is lined with books of every type. Fiction. Non-fiction. Classics. Mysteries. Cookbooks. Children's literature. It is all there. Some books are older. Some are newer. Some are foreign. Some are simple. Some are complex. Some contain hate. Some contain love. And they all mingle together with only loose classifications. It isn't unusual to find a love story set in Burma amid the travel books, or a romance novel cozied up to the cookbooks. Their links may be loose, but somehow they find themselves together co-existing under the general 'species,' books.

At the book sale, shoppers browse up and down the rows with little personal space, but an abundance of patience. If someone lingers in a particular area, the other browsers simply say, excuse me, and go around. I've never heard anyone yell. Never seen anyone push. Not even an exasperated sigh. Occasionally, a shopper will pick up a book by a particular author only to have the stranger standing next to them ask if they have read anything else by that writer. If the answer is no, they recommend one. If the answer is yes, they briefly discuss the merits of the tome. Sometimes there are outbursts of joy when a particular book finds its reader. Sometimes shoppers search for a copy of a much desired book for another bibliophile they just met. Their links may be loose, but somehow they find themselves co-existing under the general species,'reader.'

Mystery readers don't disparage those who immerse themselves in historical fiction. Readers who hang out in the science section never mock the ones who love classics. It's a caring place; the book sale. The books are peaceful. The patrons are kind. Differences abounds. But then, so does respect. Maybe we should all consider behaving like book people in our regular, everyday lives, regardless of our religious beliefs, racial differences, or political dispositions. Maybe we should show more compassion. More patience. More kindness.

Because our links may be loose, but somehow we find ourselves co-existing under the general species, 'human.'