Francis Spufford: "The Child That Books Built"
"When I caught the mumps, I couldn’t read; when I went back to school again, I could. The first page of The Hobbit was a thicket of symbols, to be decoded one at a time and joined hesitantly together…. By the time I reached The Hobbit’s last page, though, writing had softened, and lost the outlines of the printed alphabet, and become a transparent liquid, first viscous and sluggish, like a jelly of meaning, then ever thinner and more mobile, flowing faster and faster, until it reached me at the speed of thinking and I could not entirely distinguish the suggestions it was making from my own thoughts. I had undergone the acceleration into the written word that you also experience as a change in the medium. In fact, writing had ceased to be a thing—an object in the world—and become a medium, a substance you look through."
Mitt äldsta barn håller på att lära sig läsa. Han upptäcker en ny värld och världen på ett nytt sätt. Det är ett litet underverk.
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…ringde jag upp igen och pappa nappade på en samtalstråd jag tog upp som
handlade om det gamla huset på bilden och vi pratade länge om gamla minnen
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