Why 'Reading for Joy' Didn't work on Boys

Posted by Norman Bailey on Wednesday, May 7, 2014 Under: Libraries

So does putting reading in the 'for pleasure' category get boys into reading?



I've never been a big fan of the 'Reading For Joy' movement.   So I was really pleased when figure published this week showed that the 'Reading for Pleasure' drive is beginning to bear fruit.  When I heard this my first reaction was, Reading for pleasure' when did that happen.  The last I heard it was called 'Reading of Joy'.  I'm sure there more to this than changing a word but does this have something to do with it's success.


What's in a name


So does the name change have something to do with literacy drive's success?  Could be, and I'll tell you why.  I've always found the 'for joy' labelling a little off-putting. And I feel that many boys, the hardest group to reach when it comes to reading, may feel the same.


I doubt that many boys outside of the Famous Five novels would ever dream of using the word 'Joy'.  I was told off the other day by a 10 year old pupil of mine because I said he had a 'nice' singing voice.  "Nice! That something you'd called an old lady", he said,  "Can't you call it radical'.   Now we don't have to get all trendy vicar about it and call it radical reading.  But I feel a rethink in our approach to getting reluctant boys into reading is worth serious consideration.


Even the 'for pleasure' approach has a serious downside.  I know some people may disagree with me on this but many boys still see reading as boring and uncool.   And I'm not sure that just telling them it's a pleasurable experience will change that. 


Kids take things pretty literally.  By putting books down as pleasure it's now competing with all the other things that a child associates with enjoyment and having fun.  For a boy this box could also be filled with:

  • Football
  • Sweet and Ice cream
  • Cutting worms in half 
  • Playstation
  • Water guns
  • Tormenting girls
  • Tormenting adults


In this company sitting quietly and struggling to keep you concentration focussed while you make it through the latest kiddie potboiler might not be as appealing.  I'm sure there are adults who would also put some of the things on the list ahead of reading a book as a joyful recreational pursuit.  So why do we think children, especially boys, are any different?




Of course we should be encouraging boys to read. But is insisting that they jump for joy at the prospect of delving into the latest kiddies potboiler the only answer?  This approach barely works on girls or adults.   So is there something else we should be doing?


As I fall into the grown-up boy category, I'd like to offer up a few reasons why this latest trend hasn't yielded the desired results.  I'd also like to put forward a few suggestions as to how you can get the little man in your life excited about what lies beneath the standard book jacket.


First thing I want to say is 'I love books'.  Hardly a day goes by without me reading something.   I will visit a library  at least 4 times a week and spend considerable time there reading and researching.   I also have a British Library readers cards.  And, to my wife's consternation, I own a mountain of books.  AsI looks up from my screen I can see my copy of The Chambers 1970 Yearbook, which I've had since that year and refuse to give up.   Also on the bookshelf is: the full Stanislasky series, African folklore,  the Audacity of Hope, Bruce Lee's Toa of Jeet Kune do,  Library of World Poetry and I could go on.   But I do not 'Read for joy in the sense that it's being talked about.


Take a look at the list of books again.  Notice anything?  No fiction.  This is not to say that I don't read fiction.   It's just that they are not my biggest draw.  When it comes to reading fiction I have to say that I prefer to read stage and screenplay to novels. And I don't think that I'm alone in saying that I prefer to be told stories rather than read them.  Be it films, theatre, TV or good old traditional oral storytelling.


The main reason I read for knowledge.  I read to satisfy my curiosity for things.  


Even when I'm reading fiction I'm searching for Information.  An insight into the world or the head of the author.   I seldom read for entertainment purposes.  For the joy of it.  This is not to say I don't get any joy from reading.  I do.   I get immense pleasure from it. But in the found that I now know something I didn't know before. But this is different to reading for joy. Understanding the difference could mean the difference between getting boys into reading and putting them off for life.





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Don’t Judge A Library By Its Cover

I’d like to join the friends of Birmingham Central Library in mourning the passing of this highly emotive city landmark.  The building has sat empty since 2013, having been replaced by the Library of Birmingham, which is situated in nearby Centenary Square. Despite all protestations, campaigning and calls for alternative uses for the building the bulldozers have finally come to put the old place out of its misery.

The Birmingham Central Library building has always courted controversy and divided opinion.  The old Library, which dominated Chamberlain Square was opened, by then Prime Minister, Harold Wilson, on a sunny Saturday morning in 1974.  Little did anyone know that the strength of feeling against the building would mean it would struggle to reach its 40th birthday.  

Prince Charles famously described it as looking like a place where books go to be incinerated and a former Birmingham director of planning labelled it a ‘concrete monstrosity’.  But there were many, including Turner prize winning artist, Jeremy Deller, who understood its appeal.  And so the battle raged between those who saw it as a blot on the landscape and those who believed its stark British Brutalist architectural style should to be honoured.

It’s worth noting that Birmingham born architect, John Madin, had no intention of building a 'concrete monstrosity’.  His original plans were for the building to be clad in Portland stone or Travertine marble.  But Birmingham City Council were reluctant to foot the bill and the concrete exterior was used instead.

Admittedly the library’s sub-Bauhaus design isn’t even my kind of thing, but I’d grown to like it.  Besides I wasn’t into it for its looks.  It was what lay within that sparked my interest.  Within those grey walls lay books that helped me get the life I truly wanted, rather than the one others thought would suit me best.  It contained a wealth of knowledge I couldn’t get anywhere else.  Without it I would have struggled to find the inspiration I needed to pursue my career in the arts.  

My dreams were kept alive by a Library that became my second home.  Inside I discovered the writings of great philosophers, historians, dramatists and political thinkers.  But it was when I came across the books on art that my life changed.  There were beautiful images of the great master’s finest works.  And I found information about influential past and contemporary art movements.

This was all before the internet, so without these books I would never have been able to find any of this.  I was inspired and soaked up all the knowledge I could. Those days, pouring through volume after marvellous volume, shaped how I viewed the world and how I saw my future.  

As far back as I can remember I always wanted to be an artist.   

Pursuing that particular path is tricky enough nowadays, but back in Birmingham in the 1970s I might as well have said I wanted to be an astronaut. I was two years out of school before I even found out there were art schools in Birmingham.  I’ll share that story with you another time.

Once I did find out about art schools I ditched my job in engineering, enrolled in Bournville School of Art and signed up for the artist’s life. There’s more to that story too and I’ll also share that with you another time.  

Occasionally I’ll walk into a gallery and find myself standing in front of one of the paintings I gazed at with wonder in my youth.  Once I get over the initial rush I smile and thank the Birmingham Central Library for what it gave me all those years ago.


 Out With The Old, In With The New

I paid a visit to the new Library of Birmingham last year.   I like it.  It was more like coming home than visiting a new building.  For a start, it’s attached to another of my old stomping ground, the Birmingham Rep.  When I reached the art department and found some of the books that I was inspired by are now on the new library’s shelves I felt a sense of continuity.  I was filled with hope that some young kid wanting to follow their chosen path would also be inspired.

Attitude to the creative industries is slowly changing.  The last few years as seen it become one of UK’s major growth sectors.  But there’s probably a young person somewhere having a hard time convincing people that they want to follow their dreams.  

 So before I go.  Is there something you need to know?  Are you looking for a nugget of wisdom that will transform your life?  If so, there might be a book on the subject available, for free, at your local library.   So why not pop down and see.

 

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