"'The Virginians' is a very comfortable sort of book," he remarked.
"Is it?" I said. "I wonder why."
He ruminated1. "Well, chiefly, I suppose, because it's so good and long. You get to know all the people, you get used to their ways, and when they turn up again, after a lot of chapters, you don't have to find out who they are—you just feel comfortably acquainted."
I sighed. I had just finished a magazine story—condensed, vivid, crushing a whole life-tragedy into seven pages and a half. In that space I had been made acquainted with sixteen different characters, seven principal[Pg 215] ones and the rest subordinate, but all clearly drawn2. I had found it interesting, stimulating3; as a tour de force it was noteworthy even among the crowd of short-stories—all condensed, all vivid, all interesting—that had appeared that month. But—comfortable? No. And I felt envious4 of Jonathan. He had been reading "The Virginians" all winter. His bookmark was at page 597, and there were 803 pages in all, so he had a great deal of comfort left.
Perhaps comfort is not quite all that one should expect from one's reading. Certainly it is the last thing one gets from the perusal5 of our current literature, and any one who reads nothing else is missing something which, whether he realizes it or not, he ought for his soul's sake to have—something which Jonathan roughly indicated when he called it "comfort." The ordinary reader devours6 short-stories by the dozen, by the score—short short-stories, long short-stories, even short-stories laboriously7 expanded to a volume, but still short-stories. He glances, less frequently, at verses, chiefly quatrains, at columns of jokes, at popularized bits of history[Pg 216] and science, at bits of anecdotal biography, and nowhere in all this medley8 does he come in contact with what is large and leisurely9. Current literature is like a garden I once saw. Its proud owner led me through a maze10 of smooth-trodden paths, and pointed11 out a vast number of horticultural achievements. There were sixty-seven varieties of dahlias, there were more than a hundred kinds of roses, there were untold12 wonders which at last my weary brain refused to record. Finally I escaped, exhausted13, and sought refuge on a hillside I knew, from which I could look across the billowing green of a great rye-field, and there, given up to the beauty of its manifold simplicity14, I invited my soul.
It is even so with our reading. When I go into one of our public reading-rooms, and survey the serried15 ranks of magazines and the long shelves full of "Recent fiction, not to be taken out for more than five days,"—nay, even when I look at the library tables of some of my friends,—my brain grows sick and I long for my rye-field.
Happily, there always is a rye-field at hand to be had for the seeking. Jonathan finds refuge[Pg 217] from business and the newspapers in his pipe and "The Virginians." I have no pipe, but I sit under the curling rings of Jonathan's, and I, too, have my comfortable books, my literary rye-fields. Last summer it was Malory's "Morte d'Arthur," whose book I found indeed a comfortable one—most comfortable. I read much besides, many short stories of surpassing cleverness and some of real excellence16, but as I look back upon my summer's literary experience, all else gives place to the long pageant17 of Malory's story, gorgeous or tender or gay, seen like a fair vision against the dim background of an old New England apple orchard18. Surely, though the literature of our library tables may sometimes weary me, it shall never enslave me.
But they must be read, these "comfortable" books, in the proper fashion, not hastily, nor cursorily19, nor with any desire to "get on" in them. They must lie at our hand to be taken up in moments of leisure, the slowly shifting bookmark—there should always be a bookmark—recording our half-reluctant progress. (I remember with what dismay I found myself arrived at the fourth and last[Pg 218] volume of Malory,) Thus read, thus slowly woven among the intricacies and distractions20 of our life, these precious books will link its quiet moments together and lend to it a certain quality of largeness, of deliberation, of continuity.
For it is surely a mistake to assume, as people so often do, that in a life full of distractions one should read only such things as can be finished at a single sitting and that a short one. It is a great misfortune to read only books that "must be returned within five days." For my part, I should like to see in our public libraries, to offset21 the shelves of such books, other shelves, labeled "Books that may and should be kept out six months." I would have there Thackeray and George Eliot and Wordsworth and Spenser, Malory and Homer and Cervantes and Shakespeare and Montaigne—oh, they should be shelves to rejoice the soul of the harassed22 reader!
No, if one can read but little, let him by all means read something big. I know a woman occupied with the demands of a peculiarly exigent social position. Finding her one day reading "The Tempest," I remarked on her[Pg 219] enterprise. "Not a bit!" she protested, "I am not reading it to be enterprising, I am reading it to get rested. I find Shakespeare so peaceful, compared with the magazines." I have another friend who is taking entire charge of her children, besides doing a good deal of her own housework and gardening. I discovered her one day sitting under a tree, reading Matthew Arnold's poems, while the children played near by, I ventured to comment on what seemed to me the incongruity23 of her choice of a book. "But don't you see," she replied, quickly. "That is just why! I am so busy from minute to minute doing lots of little practical, temporary things, that I simply have to keep in touch with something different—something large and quiet. If I didn't, I should die!"
I suppose in the old days, in a less "literary" age, all such busy folk found this necessary rest and refreshment24 in a single book—the Bible. Doubtless many still do so, but not so many; and this, quite irrespective of religious considerations, seems to me a great pity. The literary quality of the Scriptures25 has, to be sure, been partly vitiated by the[Pg 220] lamentable26 habit of reading them in isolated27 "texts," instead of as magnificent wholes; yet, even so, I feel sure that this constant intercourse28 with the Book did for our predecessors29 in far larger measure what some of these other books of which I have been speaking do for us—it furnished that contact with greatness which we all crave30.
It may be accident, though I hardly think so, that to find such books we must turn to the past. Doubtless others will arise in the future—possibly some are even now being brought to birth, though this I find hard to believe. For ours is the age of the short-story—a wonderful product, perhaps the finest flower of fiction, and one which has not yet achieved all its victories or realized all its possibilities. All the fiction of the future will show the influence of this highly specialized31 form. In sheer craftsmanship32, novel-writing has progressed far; in technique, in dexterous33 manipulation of their material, the novices34 of to-day are ahead of the masters of yesterday. This often happens in an art, and it is especially true just now in the art of fiction. Yes, there are great things preparing for us in the[Pg 221] future, there are excellent things being done momently about us. But while we wait for the great ones, the excellent ones sometimes create in us a sense of surfeit35. We cannot hurry the future, and if meanwhile we crave repose36, leisure, quiet, steadiness, the sense of magnitude, we must go to the past. There, and not in the yearly output of our own publishers, we shall find our "comfortable" books.
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