Writers On Reading: Stephen King
Imagine you’re in a train station or a doctor’s waiting room.
If you prefer, imagine you’re standing in a queue to get your passport renewed, pay your parking fine or buy theatre tickets.
- frantically texting on your phone;
- glancing at your watch every few seconds;
- staring into space;
- glaring at the back of the person in front of you, somehow thinking this will make the queue move quicker or
- reading a book/magazine/newspaper?
If you picked the last of these options, you are in a minority I suspect.
Take a look around you the next time you’re in one of what Stephen King would call “dead spots in life”. How many of the people around you are reading? Very few I suspect.
For reasons I won’t bore you with right now, I’ve spent many hours in hospital waiting rooms in the past few years. They always run late so I make sure I have a book or an e-reader with me.
I’m often the only one. I’ll see the occasional person with a magazine or a newspaper. But the majority are just sitting, either looking at the blank wall in front of them or reading dog-eared notices about the myriad of problems the body can throw at you.
How can they do this? I find the prospect of being stuck in a place for even 15 minutes without anything to read as highly stressful. No-one wants to be in these places but if you can lose yourself in a book for a while, it makes the wait slightly more manageable. But there these people sit, sometimes for more than an hour, with absolutely nothing to occupy their minds.
I’ve not reached the level of Andy Miller who, during his Year of Reading Dangerously, would find an excuse to go to the post office just so that he could read.
But I do tend to have a book with me almost every time I step out of the house. They help keep me sane.
How about you? Do you always carry a book with you or are you happy sitting in a Zen like state while waiting?