Whether the author intended a symbolic resonance to exist in her book is irrelevant. All that matters is whether it's there. Because the book does not exist for the benefit of the author, the book exists for the benefit of YOU. If we as readers can have a bigger and richer experience with the world as a result of reading a symbol and that symbol wasn't intended by the author, WE STILL WIN.
Interpretation
The value of a book lies in the reader's experience, regardless of the author's intent.
This quote emphasizes that the interpretation of a book's symbols and messages is not limited to the author's intentions. Instead, the real significance of literature is found in how it enriches and enhances the reader's understanding of the world, suggesting that the reader's experience and insight are paramount to the value of the text, even if those insights were unintended by the author.
In practice
During a book club meeting, you could use this quote to express how varied interpretations can enhance discussions.
Always' was a promise! How can you just break the promise?" "Sometimes people don't always understand the promises they're making when they make them," I said. Isaac shot me a look. "Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Don't you believe in true love?" I didn't answer. I didn't have an answer. But I thought that if true love did exist, that was a pretty good definition of it.
Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should.
I find it really offensive when people say that the emotional experiences of teenagers are less real or less important than those of adults. I am an adult, and I used to be a teenager, and so I can tell you with some authority that my feelings then were as real as my feelings are now.
I don't think pandemics make us afraid of death, I think they make us afraid of oblivion. They force us to grapple with the futility of effort. Also they make us barf which isn't fun either... Wash your hands, cover your coughs, and find a way to hold in balance the futility of effort with the necessity to struggle.
So often we try to make other people feel better by minimizing their pain, by telling them that it will get better (which it will) or that there are worse things in the world (which there are). But that's not what I actually needed. What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered. I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when you aren't constantly berating yourself for being sad.
We kiss. Her hands are freezing on my face, and she tastes like coffee and the smell of the onion is still stuck in my nose, and my lips are all dry from the endless winter. And it's awesome.
Within the confines of the lecture hall, no other virtue exists but plain intellectual integrity.
Our true birthplace is that in which we cast for the first time an intelligent eye on ourselves. My first homelands were my books.
Children have a master to teach them, grown-ups have the poets.
Give me a child for the first 5 years of his life and he will be mine forever.
... bums on the outside, libraries inside.
Our Creator expects His children everywhere to educate themselves.
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