1. The article is a pathetic attempt at clickbait to generate relevance. 2. If I saw someone reading Proust or a recognizable classic, I would assume they didn’t read it in middle/high school or college. Put differently, I don’t think it’s a flex. 3. You said you judge people consuming social media in public, pp. Question: how do you know what I’m reading on my phone? I’m usually reading work-related emails and related attachments (sadly). If I’m killing time in line or enjoying a quick lunch alone, I might scroll dcum, daily mail, or reels. Given the excruciatingly heavy stuff I’m dealing with at work, I need a break. My mom called it “bubble gum for the mind” and said you need a break to relax your mind, body, and soul. She had a PhD from Hopkins back when women didn’t get in unless they were truly brilliant (and she had a full ride). |
Wait, someone literally made up "performative reading," which is so not a thing, just to pitch an article to their editors? And they couldn't even get a person who is talking about it to post the article for clicks
|
The article seems to suggest it’s a trend on social media where folks are recording examples of people doing it and making fun of them for doing so. |
A stranger recording someone reading is 1) dumb, 2) weird, 3) they have no idea if it's "performative" or not. So the author saw one TikTok before they pitched the article to the editor? |
|
Performative reading sounds fun!
Full disclosure: I’m guilty of this. I’ll buy silly books to read at the airport/on flights just to see what kind of reactions I get. Try it—it’s super fun! I’ve also sat in the lobby of a hotel where a major conservative conference was happening and I pretended to read bios by well known Dems. I got a lot of strange looks but the people who approached me were the best! Full disclosure: my NPR tote with the RBG pin and assorted political pins drew the most comments. Again: very fun! Next on my to do list: performative exercise. I’m planning to throw on my workout gear and head to the gym with a box of a dozen donuts. My strategy is to sit on the treadmill eating…but I can’t decide if I should be over the top joyful or sobbing. I am happy to crowdsource this and report back. |
Yeah tell us more about "performative reading". |
There is a better word for this: Trolling. |
Your assumption is probably wrong, and only someone who is not intellectual thinks that reading a "classic" in middle school, high school or even college means that you have really understood or internalized it. The reason things are "classics" is that they address serious human questions, and these are best considered with wisdom and experience. |
| This post and the article that it points to are perfect examples of a new genre of rage baiting posts poking at anything virtuous and good. There is another one going around Substack right now, written by LLM, as I think this is, talking about the 20 "supposedly great books" that actually are stupid and shouldn't be read. The suggestion is that anyone who enjoys anything that isn't vapid mainstream drivel is "performative" or "bougy" or something. Books include Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Austin, etc. The great dumbing of society continues apace. |
Reading the New Yorker is the ultimate example of performative reading. |
| I cancelled my New Yorker subscription because of garbage articles like this one. Good to know I’m not missing anything. |
|
Performative reading is definitely a thing. See, Lebron James.
https://www.reddit.com/r/funny/comments/13kcxfk/dude_cant_get_past_the_first_five_pages/ |
| You didn't understand the article. Why the weird injection of class and then equating class with performance vs. authenticity?! |
That's too bad, because it's still one of the best publications out there. OP completely misunderstood the article-- or didn't actually read it, which would be ironic in this context. |
|
Taking video/photos of someone who is just reading is pretty creepy. They're not doing anything to you, leave them alone. If someone was actively bragging or talking about how great Infinite Jest was loudly on the metro, sure, different story. But someone engaging in a quiet private activity?
It reminds me a but of that description of Matilda's father. "With frightening suddenness he now began ripping the pages out of the book in handfuls and throwing them in the waste-paper basket. Matilda froze in horror. The father kept going. There seemed little doubt that the man felt some kind of jealousy. How dare she, he seemed to be saying with each rip of a page, how dare she enjoy reading books when he couldn't? How dare she?” |