This is a companion piece of sorts to this post on how Christian fiction depicts the conversion experience.
A while back, someone wrote Roger Ebert and asked him why critics loved Lost in Translation so much while audiences in general didn?t even appreciate it. Ebert responded that the film transmitted on a different ?frequency? than audiences are accustomed to receiving. (I was reminded of this tidbit from Ebert?s Movie Answer Man column only a couple days later while overhearing a conversation in a restaurant in which two men?s discussion of the movie showed no hints of knowing even what it was about.)
It works the same way with books, I think. I hate to keep slamming the broader genre known as ?Christian fiction;? and I hate even more to keep slamming Christian readers (especially since I?m one and so are most people I know). But I?ve had enough conversations in the last few years (and read enough posts in the last year) to know that others are just as critical of the mediocre state of Christian fiction as I am.
May I please add the taste Christian readers seem to have for mediocrity?
Is it a supply problem or a demand problem? I think it?s both, which means the Christian publishing industry (and Christian retail in general, really) is in a vicious cycle of sorts. Publishers print what sells and until readers start buying substantive literature, publishers won?t produce it. But if publishers aren?t producing it in the first place, then readers don?t even have the opportunity to buy it. So basically, Christian readers are consuming drivel because they don?t perceive any other option (in the Christian bookstore, that is).
The unfortunate side effect of that, though, is that we are producing generations of Christians whose literary appetites are for junk food.
Quickly and surely, Christians have developed a different literary frequency. It?s part of the larger culture, to be sure. It?s certainly not limited to Christians. Our country has set its dial to King, Clancy, and Grisham. Not that there?s anything really wrong (or even ?dumb?) about those authors or others who fall into the wide swath of pop fiction. But folks programmed to receive only on those frequencies will likely miss the deeper, more insightful, more poetic messages of the classics. Or even contemporary literary novelists. Ever read a book by Don DeLillo? How about J.K. Rowling? I?d be willing to bet more of you have read authors like the latter than authors like the former.
Again, nothing wrong with that, I guess. I?m a fan of Stephen King myself. But when intelligent friends of mine say that they have no taste for poetry, I get a little concerned. Not only does it mean we are lessening the chances of publication for future writers of intelligent and substantive literary Christian fiction, but it also means that we are losing touch with those who have gone before us. Because our senses have been dulled, we are unable to appreciate (and sometimes to even understand) what is written in the classics, including the classics of Christian fiction. (Yes, there are some.)
C.S. Lewis?s ?Space Trilogy? was published only about sixty years ago. At the time, it was considered unabashed genre fiction ? science fiction, to be specific. These days, I?m afraid Lewis?s Trilogy would be considered too difficult, too thick, too confusing for modern readers.
Here?s an excerpt from C.S. Lewis?s That Hideous Strength, the passage that inspired this rant of mine:
But it did not matter: for all the fragments ? needle-pointed desires, brisk merriments, lynx-eyed thoughts ? went rolling to and fro like glittering drops and reunited themselves. It was well that both men had some knowledge of poetry. The doubling, splitting, and recombining of thoughts which now went on in them would have been unendurable for one whom that art had not already instructed in the counterpoint of the mind, the mastery of doubled and trebled vision. For Ransom, whose study had been for many years in the realm of words, it was heavenly pleasure. He found himself sitting within the very heart of language, in the white-hot furnace of essential speech. All fact was broken, splashed into cataracts, caught, turned inside out, kneaded, slain, and reborn as meaning. For the lord of Meaning himself, the herald, the messenger, the slayer of Argus, was with them . . .
Besides the sheer beauty of the composition here, I see also a peculiar prescience in these words. For most readers weaned today on the worst Christian fiction has to offer (which is usually what sells best), this passage (not to mention the entire book) would be completely confounding. You won?t find ?the very heart of language, the white-hot furnace of essential speech? in Left Behind; some clunky and clich?d phrasing propped around cardboard characters, maybe, but certainly nothing that would benefit those with ?some knowledge of poetry.?
There is some hope, though. Browsing through the featured fiction section of my local Target last week, I noticed that they primarily consisted of what I?d consider literary works ? literary novels, historical mysteries, essay collections, etc. And for all that Oprah has done wrong ? cobbling together a widespread cult of soccer moms comes to mind ? her book club selections were always well chosen. No chick lit or fiction lite for Oprah?s readers. That?s encouraging, I think.
If only these trends would carry over into Christian readership.
What?s your frequency, Kenneth?
I think there's a potential fallacy in assuming that what Lifeway sells is what Christians read. I was in Barnes and Noble last night (bought the Phantom Tollbooth and my daughter Bethany bought two Lemony Snickets books). They had a lot of C.S. Lewis there - I almost bought the Space Trilogy (my copies are lost) but decided to wait until next month.
In other words, I don't think there's really much evidence to go on that Christians are any less or more well-read than anyone else. Modern Christian fiction may be bad, but the reasons for that may be deeper/more complex than just "Christians like junk". I personally think it's very hard to pull off a good overtly Christian-themed story within the context of fiction. And I'd rather not read (for the most part) stories about Christianity that are made up (aka, fiction) when I can read plenty of Christian narratives about things that have actually happened.
This is probably not making sense. I guess I'm just saying that I don't think the problem is as bad as we think. "Christian fiction" is just a weird genre and I'm not surprised that the pickings are a bit slim there.
But, again, most Christians I know don't buy their fiction at Lifeway.