I was thinking about spoilers today and whether I care about them or not. In the review I wrote yesterday for A River Runs Through It, I complained that the introduction (which is common in classics), had a spoiler in it. I felt a little like a hypocrite once I thought about it, so I figured I’d write a post and see if I can work it out for myself.
I have what a lot of people would consider a bad habit. When I’m usually somewhere between a third and halfway through a book, I often flip to the last page to see how it turned out. I know, I know. I can’t help it. It’s almost compulsive. I can’t stand the suspense! Especially if I’m totally in love with the characters. I just want to know they’ve made it through. Or not. I don’t care. I have to know! Now! Dammit!
Anyway, I’m going to try to explain why I usually don’t care about spoilers. Well, I guess it’s obvious from the last paragraph. I’m going to spoil it for myself, so who cares if someone else spoils it for me? For me, usually, reading a book is about just that. Reading the book. The journey is truly what’s most important to me. Not just how it ends, but how the story comes to that end.
So I think about the whole A River Runs Through It spoiler thing is more about protecting people who care about spoilers. Maybe being indignant on their behalf. I still think introductions should be more post scripts. Often what bothers me about introductions is they end up coloring my reading of a book. And I hate that. Dammit!
I guess the bottom line is that I don’t care about spoilers. Spoil away! It won’t change my reading experience.