On Saturday I had a very nice surprise. The usual post delivery person had been and gone at least an hour when along comes a courier with a neat, and quite unexpected package. Inside are my 6 author copies of the new edition of Mau Mau Brother. Yippee! Much jumping up and down in the kitchen. It’s always a thrill to have the freshly printed book clasped to one’s chest.
Some of you may remember that just over a year ago I was turning my brain inside out, cutting an already tightly written teen reader in half to make a new edition. The first version, bottom left, is a 6000-word, 64-page novelised short story aimed at struggling young adult readers with a reading age of 9-10 years. It is one of Ransom Publishing’s Shades series of fast-paced, high interest teen fiction.
The new Sharp Shades 2.0 edition has the same number of pages, 3,000 words, larger font and the addition of several moody full-page, grey-scale images. Its target audience are less able teen readers.
When it comes to reading age markers, it is worth pointing out that the average UK reading age (that includes everyone, adults and all) is 9 years. The reading age for our best newspapers like The Guardian is 14 years, and the reading age for tabloids like The Sun is 8 years. But of course the ability to read, and the application of that ability, and using it to acquire information, learn or to nourish the mind, are not necessarily the same thing.
It’s quite simple too. Teens can struggle with the notion of actually picking up a book; are daunted by the size and word density of a 40,000 word novel. It can be tied in to a lack of self worth; some deep belief that if they attempt so big a book they will fail; that it will be yet another manifestation of their feeling of uselessness and inferiority; that so much dense text with no pictures is of itself BORING.
There are, after all, so many other more instantly engaging, loud and in-your-face-ears-eyes experiences to be had at the lightest press of a button, and every minute of the day. You can while away every spare moment on your smart phone with whatever teen version of TwitFace is currently cool. It’s like a continuous intravenous feeding – films, music, chat endlessly streaming into us. I think it was Margaret Atwood who, speaking of the addictive quality of the internet in the Observer, said that the problem is, every time you log on you expect WWW to deliver you an Easter Egg.
That’s it exactly. It’s how I feel. It must be how Margaret Atwood feels too!
All of which is to repeat that there is for many – adults and children alike – a big resistance to picking up a book in the first place, let alone losing themselves in it. Reading requires effort and application and being still. Which brings me back to my book. The aim of the Shades series is to engage teens with the process of reading; to help build a reading habit; to show that reading a story can deliver more than a tray load of Easter Eggs, something more meaningful that helps you grow within and without; to discover where your place is in the world. The stories, then, must be arresting, but their conveyance swift and affecting. Remember: we are up against competing intravenous streaming here.
As you can see, I’ve taken some editing liberties with the covers in the intro photo. This is what the new Sharp Shades edition actually looks like.
The story is told in the first person, present tense by fifteen year old Thuo. And since the cover blurb already sets scene, I won’t say more. But to demonstrate something of the editing process involved in reducing one accessible text to an even more accessible text, here are excerpts from the two versions of Chapter 2. I think it’s anyway interesting to see what can be excised from a piece of prose and and have what’s left still carry the narrative. Of course in the process the whole tone may change. I actually found myself more engaged with the sparer version. But see what you think: the hard pruned Sharp Shades first:
The day we lose our home Mugo and I are taking our goats to graze. My little brother runs ahead, slapping the dewdrops from the grass. I stew on my anger.
Before the war, I was a schoolboy. I wore a smart white shirt and khaki shorts. I was studying hard to be someone. Then the British closed my school, and now I am a goat herder.
It’s another reason to hate Kungu.
I’m so busy fuming I don’t hear the Lincoln bombers. They come like giant birds.
Bombs fall. Trees fly apart. Hills sprout volcanoes. They are bombing God’s Mountain, bombing Mau Mau.
When the planes drone away and the smoke clears, Mugo grabs my arm.
‘Kungu?’ he chokes. ‘They’ve killed him.’
And now the here’s the original Shades version:
On the day we lose our home, my little brother Mugo and I are taking our goats to pasture.
It is January, high summer. All around doves coo and cornstalks rustle, and I think: how can there be war on so fine a day?
The sun is just rising and Mugo runs ahead, slapping dew from the grasses, so the drops fly like jewels through the sky. I remember doing that too when I was younger.
But I was not minding goats. I was hurrying to school, wearing the white shirt bought four sizes too big from the Indian trader so it will last for years. And I am wearing khaki shorts instead of my kidskin wrap. It is my first day at the Kikuyu Independent School.
Father has taken me away from the Scottish Mission, saying the teachers there teach Africans to be nothing better than clerks and house servants. He says I will have a better future at KIS.
I don’t. With the uprising, the British close my school. I have been minding goats ever since. It is another reason to hate Kungu.
Mugo goes on swishing grasses, but I am so busy fuming I do not hear the planes. Then the world shakes to bits.
Mugo jumps like a spooked deer. And we run. At the top of the ridge we see the Lincoln bombers like giant birds above the forest.
Down come the bombs. One, two…five, more…till I want to vomit. The hills sprout volcanoes. Trees fly apart. Our goats shriek.
We stand and stare as if turned to stone. The bombers do not target our farms, only the forests outside the Reserve.
When planes drone away the smoke clears, we stare at God’s Mountain. The jagged snow peaks, the dark forest slopes, are still there. It is hard to believe.
‘Kungu?’ Mugo’s eyes dart round in case there’s anyone to hear. ‘They have killed him?’
As you can see, nearly two thirds of the descriptive context has gone from the shortened version. It is easy to be sorry to lose these kinds of detail, but ruthless cutting of such passages was better than losing the story.
All fascinating stuff. I quite like seeing how many versions of a work I can come up with. And I really enjoy the challenge of a limited word count. After all, it’s not so much about how much you can hang on to, as how little you actually need to tell a well rounded and affecting story.
But there is a problem here for me as creator of fiction. If you produce work that is labelled for a specific purpose, then it is unlikely to be read by anyone else, i.e. those who consider themselves outside the target audience. As a writer, I write for anyone who will read me, and tend to balk at categorisation of any kind. I especially dislike the category ‘educational writing’.
All the same, if the stories I write, and the different ways I can write them, will encourage unkeen readers to read and develop a love of reading, then I’m wholeheartedly for it. Not to read well is to be disenfranchised. Your options are shut down. You leave oneself vulnerable to those who would misrepresent, manouevre and manipulate the information-world we inhabit. Good reading promotes understanding, powers of discretion, a sense of autonomy; it strengthens mind and imagination, those attributes that make us keenly human; the very attributes we will increasingly need if we are to make something worthwhile of our lives on this planet.
In England we especially need to look to our laurels. In fact those laurels are down round our ankles like pants that have lost their elastic. We apparently have the lowest teen literacy rates, and second lowest numeracy rates of the world’s 23 most developed countries. Korea, Japan, Netherlands are respectively the first, second and third most literate and numerate nations. See The Spectator article HERE for more on this shaming state of affairs.)
In the meantime, more power to small publishing houses like Ransom who specialise in making books for struggling readers of all ages. Their extensive catalogue provides all the tools to tackle literacy. This particular writer is anyway proud to be a Ransom author: when it comes to better reading only the best writing will do.
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32 thoughts on “So What Is Your Reading Age? Believe Me: It’s All About Numbers”
This is wonderful, Tish. I really like the hard pruned version. My son, a fairly reluctant reader in his early years, would have loved your story. I agree that if you capture the attention of a child or younger person you do the child and the community a service. Do you know the work of our Joy Cowley? http://www.joycowley.com/ My children loved her little readers. As a parent I enjoyed them too. My reading mind enjoys everything from baby books to lengthy novels. My age can adjust to the reading material. 🙂
I love that last remark, Ann. I get so frustrated when work has age-specific tags. It closes down access when we can all take as much joy from a beautifully created baby book as in a Shakespeare sonnet. It should be AND and AND. With your Africa experience you well know that when it comes to stories, they are for everyone, and in the past those growing up, or even still in the womb, would have experienced them alongside the adult audience. I will look into Joy Cowley. Thank you for the link.
Yes, yes, you are so right. I had forgotten about communal story telling. In some countries the communal stories can centre round the Bible…….no age specific tags on that book!
Thes is an excellent post..thank you janet
Thanks, Kate 🙂
Tish, really enjoyed this post, and special congratulations to you on the publication.
Thank you, Sally
Super Congrats. I smiled imagining the dancing around the kitchen! I am also somewhat green with envy. ( Yes, a deadly sin, I know)
And kudos for the ”rewrite”. This form of ”slash and burn” editing I am hopeless at!
I am like a hoarder having to do a major spring clean: ”Oooh, I’ll need that, and this, and what if the Russians invade I should keep that, just in case.”
I end up chucking everything back in the ‘box’ and mumbling … I’ll have another go next week!
I am shocked at the reading stats. And this from a land with a heritage that contains Shakespeare and Beatrix Potter.
What type of books are on school curriculums these days?
I’m surprised by the stats too, because publishers say young people are buying books, and prefer real books to e-books. I will have a look to see what goes on in schools. I’ve lost touch.
Forgot to say, Ark, many thanks for the congrats. And I do understand your need to hoard. You need to pretend to someone else when you edit. I know you can do that. Put on Mrs. Ark’s hat maybe 🙂
I have a shorter patience for online articles than for books. Most times I can’t finish long posts but I will finish a long book.
People should be encouraged to think but those who can’t think must at least be able to read to fill in for their lack of thinking or else they are lost
Thank you, dear Noel, for reading the post. I appreciate the extra patience needed 🙂
You grab my attention with your posts. You know when most communication comes in 140 character limits, anything longer than that requires a much more serious attention span
You are so very nice. Sending you a big hug out to Kenya.
Big hugs to you in wet Britain :-p
No, no wetness. We have heat and sun. In fact, and this does not often happen here, almost too hot for hugs, even virtual ones 🙂
Congratulations, Tish! I can only imagine your excitement and pride. I don’t know the stats for the US, but I do know that there are many functionally illiterate people here, something that deeply saddens me. That illiteracy makes daily living difficult but to not be able to read for pleasure, or not to want to, is beyond my comprehension; me, with often forty books or so from the library (not all getting read, but because they sound interesting) and boxes of books that cling to my finger when I try to downsize.
The end of books has been predicted since e-books began, but I haven’t seen that happening. Too many of us love to hold a real book in our hands (although I’m not at all opposed to e-books and own a Kindle, which is marvelous for travel.) Getting the next generation to feel that way is something worth doing and kudos to you for being part of that. I know adults who would like the shorter, more terse version better, who eschew adverbs and adjectives. I like both your version and my reading age is definitely adaptable. One of the things I’ve always loved about you Brits is the ability to write “children’s” or “young adult” books that can be enjoyed by all ages.
Ok, getting off my hobby horse now. So happy and excited for you and for your future readers.
So many welcome observations here, Janet. Functional illiteracy is almost like an affliction. I had a friend who felt she could not read very well, and it affected her entire persona, and view of herself. And once these negative views become ingrained, it is very hard for people to get beyond them.
Congrats,Tish , and be very proud of your achievement!
Dear Anna, thank you so much.
Beaming ear to ear for you! 🙂 And what a fascinating insight into a writer’s mind. My attention span around the blogs is low too. Always the hurry to get to the next. But some places are always worth a little time, and yours is one of them, Tish.
So lovely of you to say so, Jo. I always appreciate your company, whether on WordPress, or in my head.
i remember you writing about this before, it’s such a brilliant idea.
Thank you, Gilly.
Congratulations Tish, reading both excerpts I must admit I prefer the longer more descriptive passage, but the shorter version remains true to the plot so nothing lost. As someone who could read aged two and devoured books all my life, I cannot understand how anyone can not enjoy reading, but one of my own children struggled to read and never really engaged with a full length book until he was in his late teens. With so many wonderful children’s books available it is a joy to read to babies, a pity many parents apparently don’t. As for school I think it is a case of too large classes for one teacher (and often several assistants in primary stages) and the quiet ones who are not reading, but also not causing a disturbance, get left behind. Such a shame. I hope your books and the rest in this series help young teens become engaged. Reading is akin to breathing.
‘Reading is akin to breathing.’ Absolutely, Jude. And thanks for your attentive reading here. The thought of classrooms containing children who are quiet and overlooked is very saddening, but with all the testing that apparently goes on these days, you do wonder how any child can slip through the net. Perhaps our Sec of State for Education should be paying Korea a visit.
Politicians should keep their noses out of teaching and the NHS – every few years they change the goalposts and all it does is put everyone under too much stress. But I agree. No child should leave primary school without being able to read as it effects learning in every subject.
Congratulations on publication Tish. You write powerfully about the power of reading, and the dilemmas of writing. It was good to see your two versions side by side and to reflect on the choices you made.
Sorry that I am late to the party, but I really enjoyed reading your post. My Parkinson’s can effect my ability to concentrate so I am reading less these days. Or rather, less novels, more blog posts. Nevertheless, stories are central to my life. I think that stories are how we make sense of the world. That is why young people need to learn to read or listen to stories. And to create their own stories. If we do not, we are abandoning them to worlds without meaning. When I was in schools, we used to call those quiet, non-disruptive students “ghosts.” They were the ones who just endured school. Never fully engaged. Just learned to keep their heads down and avoid trouble. Drifting through the system like ghosts. Our schools are terrible places for learning.
Cheers, Andy, for all those thoughtful insights. It’s sad though that schools are not the places where young people’s imaginations may be nurtured and set free.