Have you ever read the same book twice? I don’t do this much, but there are a few books I’ve read more than once—Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Flies, The Things They Carried, Pride and Prejudice.
Every time I read a book for the second or third time, I have a different experience. Nothing about the book has changed. But two other things have changed—even if only a little bit.
Me and my environment.
Classic reader-response theory talks about the triangle of a reading experience. It might look like this:
I don’t want to spend too much time on this, but here’s what that graphic means. Obviously, a text cannot exist without an author of some sort. Less obvious, once an author finishes a text, the text can never come to life on its own.
If we were in a classroom right now, I’d throw a copy of Tolkein on the ground.
“That is not Lord of the Rings,†I’d say. “It isn’t a bunch of hobbits trapped inside pulp. It only has hobbit potential.â€
Sam Gamgee (one of my personal heroes) never exists until readers act out his voice in their heads. This means that every reader participates with Tolkein through his text to create the experience of reading Lord of the Rings.
The book itself is like a movie script. Tolkein, like some reclusive screenwriter, has given us full directorial license. Each reader is a complete movie studio—producer, director, actors, and special effects.
It’s pretty cool when you think about it. God gave us good brains for creating things. We are made in his image after all.
But the reader-response analogy makes a big assumption about readers. It assumes they are stable and dependable individuals. Books like The Tipping Point at least raise the possibility that we are not.
Sure, we all recognize that people change over time, but that’s not what I’m talking about.
I’m talking about the way we change daily depending on our environment. It’s an ugly truth, but a truth nonetheless. We act different when we are in different places. This doesn’t necessarily mean we are all a bunch of walking hypocrites. It just means that our environments have incredible influence over us.
Imagine that we take environment into consideration for our little theory here. Now, the reading experience becomes one of the factors that helps create the text, rather than the other way around. It might look like this:
Now, I just made that up chart up, so don’t put too much credibility in it. Someone else has probably already had the thought, or maybe I’m stealing it from a lesson I’ve internalized so much I’ve forgotten the source. The point is, this chart is only valid if it makes sense.
I think it does. And I think it has profound implications for the way I edit, the way you write, and the way all of us think about publishing.
In fact, I think it explains why people buy cookbooks and travel books (but not daily devotion books).
And it reveals the secret nuclear weapon that will defeat writer’s block every single time. (Which I will post soon.)



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I’m going to a wedding this weekend, so I may not be around. See y’all later!
This is why I love this site so much. Your concepts are always so…applicable! Thanks for the insight!
Hey there. You say it has profound implications… then, off you go to a wedding!
I like that, as an author, I can also re-experience my own texts. Sometimes I read things I wrote in the past and I just get shivers seeing new implications and alternate meanings.
LL,
I so agree about re-experiencing our own texts. I just read chapters 1-4 to my hubby the other night. What had become a dull and ordinary story, revived into an exciting adventure! Now I’m writing madly on chapter 5 (and some editing I spotted along the way
Hey, LL! While Mark’s away, let’s decorate his blog for him-heheehe! Shall we tweak his html with peanut butter?
Hmmm… I think he already does that. You know, eating lunch while he’s fiddling with the html… it’s a sticky business.
How about a theme instead? Anybody got ideas? (Let’s not do cowboy stuff. It’s too Texas. And Mark already wears suspenders…I’ve seen pictures…so no German “b” beverage fest either.)
I can’t believe you guys! This is MY friend we’re talking about here, and I’m not going to let you guys trash his place while he’s gone!
Eve, here. Would you put this saran-wrap back in the kitchen for me? And gals, don’t use the bathroom here until after he gets back.
Hey, it’s kinda comfy over here. Anyone have any good recipes they’d like to share?
Hey Craver?
Um. Maybe you should lay off of the peanut butter. You’re looking a little bit, er, how should I say this? Green.
Well, according to http://www.holidays.net it’s National No Pants Day – but perhaps we don’t want to go THERE…
Sorry, Mark. Here I barely know you and I’m joining in the mess. LL and Craver can be such naughty influences!
*blows the confetti from Craver’s place into Mark’s space with a leaf blower*
oooh, it’s also International Respect for Chickens Day. What could we do with that?
No Silly, there’s lime Jello on your glasses. Should we order pizza? Ooh, look! He has a BowFlex! These are cool. Whoa, except for the spider webs.
Poor Spaghettipie is sitting outside with her nose pressed up against the window, awaiting moderation.
So I thought I’d catch the comment that she slipped under the door at Craver’s, and tack it up on the wall here…
“I tried to post to Mark’s blog, but since I’ve never posted over there it’s awaiting moderation…which I assume means it won’t be up until he returns.
SO, as far as themes go it’s National No Pants Day AND International Respect for Chickens Day. I’m not sure you really want to do something with the first one, but perhaps a chicken theme?
”
There you go, girl. You’re in.
Poor Spaghettipie.
I should put on his clothes and do a Marcus impersonation.
HOLY COW! O’l boy has a KILT!! Did anybody else know that? Gimme a couple minutes, I want to try this thing out, and then maybe a little step-dancing. Did you know Marcus was Michael Flatley’s understudy for Riverdance?
International Respect for Chickens day? Whew. Thank goodness I’m making pork chops tonight…
Oh-oh, I seem to have locked myself in this room over here. Hey guys, can you unlock it from the other side? Guys? Hello?
Yeah, very funny. Haaa, ha.
Hello? Anyone?
That’ll teach you to respect the chickens, Craver.
Oh, all right. Let me find the key.
You guys are a crack up.
Hey, did someone say you have peanut butter here? And Craver they said not to do anything with the No Pants Day!!!
Oh, sorry, Craver. I seem to have deleted the “l” by accident. I think Spaghettipie meant “No Plants Day.” Better luck next party.
No Plants Day?!
Oh no-I planted a stink Bomb under Mark’s desk…quick, Craver-grab it and throw it out the window…oh no!!! -KABOOOM…ahhhhh-yuck! *coughing*
You think Mark will notice?
Wow! That was quite a blast-how do I look?
[Um, should we break the news about her pants? You know, that she's now officially in solidarity with Craver for the National Celebration?]
Yikes! hand me that saran wrap, Craver…oh no!…Pass me one of Mark’s kilts-No! Not the purple one! Craver…*sighs* Get out and let me look! There has to be something wearable in there!
Testing-yup, saran wrap and duct tape work. Poor Mark, he really needs to update that closet of his
The wedding was nice. But it’s always good to get home where everything has its place, and …. my bowflex! my kilts! (Whew, the lederhosen are safe.)
Kraver, what are you doing locked in the pantry with the dogs. Down girl. Be nice to the funny man.
It’s good to be loved… or something.
(Who’s idea was this anyway. Hmmm. Eve. Just wait.)
It wasn’t me*looking all innocent*
Sooo…how was the wedding?
Psst… Eve, the innocent look is almost convincing. It would probably work better if you were dressed normally, instead of saran-wrap and duct tape.
Yeah, Mark I thought I’d drop by to check up on the dogs. We were in the pantry to get away from the bad smell over there by your desk. Did you know that dry dog food tastes like wheat crackers?
Welp, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll change out of this kilt now.
Why Craver? It looks so, uh…dashing! Even in hot pink!
*curtsy*
Um. Um. I’m speechless.