As a writer of fiction, I often I end up in conversations with people
about what they read. I find that most of the time, people fall into one of two
camps: Those who read for pleasure and those who read to be
educated/enlightened.
Before we go any further, I want to say that I could care less WHY
someone reads – I love the fact that they do. Studies abound on how healthy
reading is for the brain and how much reading enhances lives. Whether it’s a
book or an encyclopedia, a magazine or a comic book, time spent with words and
thoughts and language is time well-spent.
But the reason I bring up the two groups is more to make a broader
point about entertainment. I’m tickled by how often a conversation about
fiction can evolve into a broader conversation about entertainment. And how often do we hear people make excuses
for their entertainment choices.
From favorite TV shows to the latest thriller that has its intrepid
hero on yet another death-defying adventure to an evening spent listening to
pop music, too often we seem to feel we need to apologize for it.
I bring this up because I’ve recently been thinking about entertainment
well beyond books and as a broader thought. I went to a Barry Manilow concert a
few weeks ago. Aside from the fact that I’ve been a life-long Barry fan, the
show meant something to me on a deeper level. The friend who organized the
evening has been on an 18-month stretch of personal hell with the loss of both
her parents. While I know time may eventually heal, I’ve also watched my fun,
vibrant, warm friend live through more pain in a concentrated time than anyone
should have to.
Yet as we sat there in the arena, screaming our heads off and singing
to every song we knew, I saw smiles and happiness and for two hours, freedom
from her pain.
In those two hours, I saw a small measure of joy return to someone
who’s had far too little of it for far too long.
Barry gave that to her. His talent and his songs he’s likely sung
hundreds of thousands of times and his ability to entertain a crowd for a few
hours. His gift of creating entertaining moments meant something to my friend,
to me and to every person sitting in that arena.
So let’s not be too hasty in thinking our time spent with entertainment
is meaningless. Or frivolous. Or wasted. Of course we need to be productive in
our productive hours of the day, but in the hours that are our own? I saw take
those and enjoy them however makes you happy.
So what about you? Where do you fall on the entertainment spectrum? And
how do you relax at the end of a hard day or when the weekend rolls around.
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Despite early ambitions of
being a diver, a drummer or a doctor, Addison
Fox happily discovered she was more suited to life as a writer. She
lives in Dallas and - thankfully - doesn't have to operate on anyone. You can
find her at her home on the web at www.addisonfox.com. Her latest book, THE PARIS ASSIGNMENT,
is out now from Harlequin Romantic Suspense.
You can visit her at her
website at www.addisonfox.com
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1 comment:
Unless it is an event in which my
grandchildren are participating,
I am at the bottom of the enter-
tainment spectrum. Other than my
church choir rehearsals and going
to Mass on Sunday, you will find
me snuggled up in the corner of
my "Big Comfy Couch." You'll find
me reading, surrounded by books!
Pat C.
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