I don’t always like fiction.
This may seem weird to say since I am a writer, I have an MFA in the field, and I used to do book reviews on NPR (actually I did those reviews for over three years, you can find them here), but it is true. Painfully, painfully true. I just don’t always enjoy reading fiction. And it is rare on a relaxing Sunday afternoon that I feel like turning to a piece of fiction to pass the time.
I know… I know… blasphemy!
The problem is I believe that I have studied and analyzed literature to such a point that I have practically (and academically) taken the pleasure out of it.
It’s the great college conundrum! A question every college student has to ask him or herself- Do you go into a field around the subject that you love? Yes, you will enjoy the classes more than you would, say, in a different field but it also may impact how you view it for the rest of your life.
In other words, once Dorothy sees the wizard behind the curtain you can’t put the wizard back. English majors like me are Dorothys. And no matter how much we wish it, we can’t bring the “magic” back.