Thomas McKellar
American Literary Traditions
12/9/2014
Literature is a very multi-faceted entity. No one has the same perspective, the same thought process when reading. This held true in our class, American Literary traditions. Whenever we read a book, a poem, or a short story, the perspectives of every person shot off into infinity in a dozen different planes. However, throughout the class, we learned that all perspectives are right, compared to how we were taught in high school that everything is supposed to fit into a cookie cutter form. Especially because of the book choice, research paper, and the evidence of cultural change caused by the literature, I learned how to interpret literature in a more open, worldly fashion.
The book choice in this class was nothing short of fantastic. Compared to what I have read before in other classes, which can be described as nothing less than horrible, this selection was stellar. In my past world literature class, the only books we read were very dark, gloomy affairs that left you feeling slightly crazy or extremely depressed. Books like Dracula, Frankenstein, or Dante’s Inferno are all books of literary merit, but for a high school senior this is very heavy reading to be doing back to back to back. The pace was dogged as well, taking half of a semester to read each book. This is murder when you are trying to keep a perspective for an entire paper on each novel. This leads to very dry, abstract interpretation, to the degree of “the blinds depict the depression the writer felt”. While a bad example, this is what the class degenerated to. The teacher was lazy, more taking the class to fill free time than actually teach. There was no such thing as class discussion, it was summarizing the days reading. A bunch of 18 year olds nodding off in a classroom who were going to write a paper the day before it was due. Here, however, the choice of books was much more expansive. Yes, we read some dark stories, Like Douglass’s narrative or the stories of Nathaniel Hawthorne, but we also read poetry by Dickinson and Whitman, offsetting the gloom with bright imagery and vivid depictions. Then, with all this great literature came a pace to match. We did not have time to create these “paper castles’ of weird analogy that we thought sounded good on paper. We only had our initial impressions. This, combined with the highly involved discussions in class, lead my analysis to be much more to the point, less about author intent and more about what it was designed to do. This led me to actually look for to class, to want to start the next book.
As any high school student does, I had to write many papers over books read for classes. These papers always where over what I felt from the book. Because of the styles of writing we had to utilize, very narrow and focused on what the instructor had told us to interpret the literature as, I was never very successful, grade wise, on these papers. In this class, however, the papers where very open. You pick what you want to write about, whatever aspect of the literature grabbed your attention the most. For example, on my Whitman paper, instead of having to write on what Whitman was trying to covey, I was able to write about what the reading made me realize about myself, how the Song Of Myself was a song of us all (McKellar 2). I, through the effects of this class, actually learned how to feel literature, and enjoy it. With my old literature books, it was not uncommon for me to punt the book outside the school as soon as it was finished with. Now, even with my rented books, I often purchase the book, and have read the books when I have spare time. I always see a different facet when I re read a passage. I actually enjoy the class, look forward to it, rather than dread every step down to it.
Literature can effect nations, define their growth and development. This was made more obvious by this class because before I was focused on the small minutiae of the book, not analyzing why the book was written, when, and who wrote it. For example, if Hawthorne’s tales had been written by a Mid-Western cowboy, but had been the same, the impact would have been complete different. There would be no connection, actual experience to round out the story telling. The impact of these books is not measured by the impact on dozens of lives, of towns, but on the shaping of nations. The development of an entire modern culture. Whitman changed the face of modern poetry, Douglass helped kick start the abolitionist movement, gave it momentum. Twain wrote a novel so multifaceted that decades later it is still being banned, edited, and debated. After almost 120 years of print, a book is still argued as savagely as any feminist debate today. The impact of this literature is undeniable.
Literature’s impact lasts for centuries. The writing of those before us has shaped our lives, redefined our societies. This impact is best seen by the methods we experimented with this semester. The following of the instructions an author lays out, looking at why would the writer write that forlorn story, rather than what he meant. This class has made my interpretation of literature more to actual application than seeking a high grade or the praise of a instructor.