The New York Magazine that came yesterday. The cover story on the
Parkland kid was something you wish kids here could read at home or at the library,
maybe the school library. It would inspire them and piss them off almost certainly. It did me as I sat in
the coffee shop reading it. There are so many instances where reading something
on your own engages you. TV doesn’t do it in that way.Reading is where it happens most personally. Just you and the words, pages of the magazine folded, some photos. You hope of course that every kid in high school can read well enough to read such a thing on their own. Most of the city's public high schools kids can't though.
'We go to college to be given one more chance to learn to read in case we haven't learned in high school. Once we have learned to read, the rest can be trusted to add itself unto us.'
I’ve been a schoolteacher. Right after college in 1969, like a lot of guys, I taught school as an alternative to serving in Vietnam. I was married with a week-old daughter on graduation day. I taught grade school English in Cleveland, Ohio for six years. After that, I ran, eventually owned, a longstanding bookstore in downtown Cleveland. It felt something like Three Lives in the West Village. I went on to found an alternative weekly paper like the Voice, also in Cleveland. It lasted 12 years. Twenty-one years ago I moved here, armed with an idea and a prototype for a national book magazine. Like a Rolling Stone for books. I never raised the huge amount of money I needed. I then worked for a media company, editing a couple of neighborhood weeklies, more than once using my editor’s space to talk about city kids and reading. Between the editorial jobs, I taught English for a year here in Manhattan at a Catholic boys’ high school with mostly minority kids. I was terrible at discipline. But sometimes when we found a book or a story we liked, it all came together.
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