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by Dimitrius DeMarco
One of my major gripes with being a “student of literature” is that I get whipped back and forth between enriching conversations with my fellow learners-in-arms, to a glorified book club with my peers who either whine, complain, or project themselves on what had otherwise been an excellent read. I’ll sit in a survey class, or a lecture on theory, or even a course dedicated to methodological practices in reading for multiple dimensions—and still, the conversations devolve into echo-chambers chock-full of projections and unethical readings. I give Ernest Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises my personal award for “book best butchered” by my peers, as the nuance and vertical dimensions of narrative (the irony, satire, and authorial critique of Hemingway on a world after war) fall by the wayside. The classroom turns into a straw-manned battleground of moral superiority between green college freshmen vs. a seasoned author of a bygone era. The story gets labeled dated, the language and characters as bigoted, and by extension, so does Hemingway as the author. He couldn’t possibly be delivering an accurate depiction of the “Lost Generation” after World War I, could he? Apparently not.
This is subsequently compounded by the fact that when we’re not in school or working, we park our asses in front of the nearest screen and veg out to easy-to-follow stories with characters tailor made for easy consumption. Hollywood has a habit of pre-chewing IP’s and feeding them like mother birds to newborn chicks in a regurgitated fashion, sucking out all the nuance and nutrients from what would otherwise be (or had been previously) a great story. We’re content to eat our mush: we accept and praise versions of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein that give the creation superpowers or change the thematic complexity of the text to a simple “daddy didn’t love me enough” story. We watch comic book adaptations of superheroes become shells of themselves, and we love it! We gobble up Superman hyperbolic portrayals as either a villain or the embodiment of the “American Way!” Or we take versions of Marvel’s “The Punisher” (an anarchist anti-hero that clearly despises all criminal acts) as a white supremacy icon—you know those skull stickers on the backs of every truck on I-95? Our readings inform our beliefs and vice versa; we are content to see what we want to see in the media, just as we are in politics, which leads me to our most dire situation.
I am quite literally watching both books and the world burn in real time, and it all points to one culprit—reading! Bad readers are just churning out even worse readers. They are perpetuating a cycle that perpetuates power. But what’s the solution? How do we make sense of a world that has removed itself so far from nuance? Is everything only either good or bad? Right or wrong?
The real answer—quite paradoxically—is no. There are meanings beyond meanings, and things materialized in language that will have a corporeal effect on the world around us. Frankly, it comes down to us, to the ones brave enough to advocate for such a “daring” concept. We need to read more, read often, and read better. Bad readers are ruining the world, and yet, reading is, ironically, the only thing that can save it.
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Alix
2/3/2026 03:23:04 pm
A passionate passage on how the world is collapsing on itself due to low literacy. I hung on every word and throughly enjoyed the bits that if I didn’t know better would think were exaggerations.
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