Would you rather read a book, watch TV, or go to a movie?
March 11, 2015
The more time I spend writing, the more I come to understand the innate differences between books and movies.
I love both art forms.
So this discussion is not really an either/or.
Each medium has its strength, and each its limitations.
For a trifecta we could also throw TV in the mix.
Take Hawaii Five-O.
Not really. I love Hawaii Five-O.
It’s silly, funny, unrealistic and totally predictable.
That’s why I watch it.
When I watch Hawaii Five-O, I expect nothing but pure entertainment.
As a matter of fact, I would hate it if they tried to slip in a deep meaning or two in one of the espisodes.
I don’t feel that way about movies. A full-length film has the ability to take the viewer deep, to challenge his views, play with his head.
If I watch a movie that comes across as a long Hawaii Five-O episode, I feel cheated, or at least let down.
Give me more than that for my fifteen bucks.
Where books differ from TV and the movies are the demands they place on the consumer, i.e., the reader. An author doesn’t form a full-blown world and ask a reader to step inside and look around. Rather, the author builds the framework, and the reader completes the edifice with her imagination.
The downside of this is that reading requires more effort on the consumer’s part than does watching a movie or TV show.
Sometimes I want to be lazy, to have the motion picture spoon feed me its content.
But when I want really to learn about myself, I pick up a book, shut the world out for awhile and allow my mind to connect with the author’s mind, to connect with the characters as they come to life.
Each of them is unique to me in some special way, for I have made them using the shards of my memory, the bits of my imagination.
How about you? Would you rather watch TV, go to a movie, or read a book?
Oh, and before I forget it, did you hear about the two people who were sitting next to each other on a flight to Hawaii? Neither had visited Hawaii before, and they found themselves in an argument about the correct pronunciation of Hawaii.
“It’s Hawaii, with a w sound,” one passenger said.
“No, it’s Havaii, with a v,” the other said.
To resolve the dispute, as they were leaving the plane, one of them asked the flight attendant.
“Does the name of the state have a w sound or a v sound in it?”
“It’s Havaii,” the attendant said.
“Thanks for clearing that up for us,” the other passenger said.
“You’re velcome,” she said.