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A long time ago, there lived a giant,
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a selfish giant, whose stunning garden
was the most beautiful in all the land.
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One evening, this giant came home
and found all these children
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playing in his garden,
and he became enraged.
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"My own garden is my own garden,"
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the giant said,
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and he built this high wall around it.
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The author Oscar Wilde wrote this story
of this selfish giant in 1888.
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Almost a hundred years later, that giant
moved into my Brooklyn childhood
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and never left.
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I was raised in a religious family,
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and I grew up reading
both the Bible and the Quran.
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The hours of reading,
both religious and recreational,
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far outnumbered the hours
of television-watching.
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Now, on any given day,
you could find my siblings and I
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curled up in some part
of our apartment reading,
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sometimes unhappily,
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because on summer days in New York City,
the fire hydrant blasted,
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and to our immense jealousy,
we could hear our friends down there
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playing in the gushing water,
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their absolute joy making its way up
through our open windows.
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But I learned that the deeper
I went into my books,
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the more time I took with each sentence,
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the less I heard the noise
of the outside world,
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and so, unlike my siblings,
who were racing through books,
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I read slowly,
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very, very slowly.
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I was that child with her finger
running beneath the words
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until I was untaught to do this,
told big kids don't use their fingers.
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In third grade, we were made to sit
with our hands folded on our desk,
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unclasping them only to turn the pages,
then returning them to that position.
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Our teacher wasn't being cruel.
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It was the 1970s, and her goal
was to get us reading
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not just on grade level but far above it.
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And we were always
being pushed to read faster.
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But in the quiet of my apartment
outside of my teacher's gaze,
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I let my finger run beneath those words,
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and that selfish giant
again told me his story,
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how he had felt betrayed by the kids
sneaking into his garden,
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how he had built this high wall,
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and it did keep the children out,
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but the grey winter fell over his garden
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and just stayed and stayed.
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With each rereading,
I learned something new
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about the hard stones of the roads
that the kids were forced to play on
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when they got expelled from the garden,
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about the gentleness of a small boy
that appeared on day,
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and even about the giant himself.
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Maybe his words weren't rageful after all.
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Maybe they were plea for empathy,
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for understanding.
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My own garden is my own garden.
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Years later, I would learn
of a writer named John Gardner
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who referred to this as the fictive dream,
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or the dream of fiction,
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and I would realize that this
was where I was inside that book,
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spending time with the characters
and the world that the author had created
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and invited me into.
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As a child, I knew that stories
were meant to be savored,
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that stories wanted to be slow,
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and that some author had spent months,
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maybe years writing them,
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and my job as the reader,
especially as the reader
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who wanted to one day become a writer,
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was to respect that narrative.
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Long before there was cable
or the internet
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or even the telephone,
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there were people sharing ideas
and information and memory through story.
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It's one of our earliest forms
of connective technology.
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It was the story of something
better down the Nile
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that sent the Egyptians moving along it,
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the story of a better way
to preserve the dead
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that brought King Tut's remains
into the 21st century.
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And more than two million years ago,
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when the first humans
began making tools from stone,
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someone must have said, what if?
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And someone else remembered the story.
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And whether they told it through words
or gestures or drawings,
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it was passed down, remembered:
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hit a hammer and hear its story.
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The world is getting noisier.
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We've gone from boomboxes
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to Walkmen to portable to CD players
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to iPods
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to any song we want whenever we want it.
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We've gone from the four
television channels of my childhood
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to the seeming infinity
of cable and streaming.
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As technology moves us faster and faster
through time and space,
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it seems to feel like story
is getting pushed out of the way,
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I mean literally pushed out
of the narrative.