This is so true. Many years ago I was fortunate enough to attend a Q&A with Margaret Atwood, held at a local University. At the time my DD was reading The Handmade’s Tale for her A Level course.
Someone asked her, or rather told her, that it was obvious why a certain colour had been picked for a part, because it signified something about a character. MA listened intently, said, ‘That’s interesting, but actually I used that colour because I like it, that’s the only reason’
It’s interesting when the author of a book or poem being studied is still alive, because they can and do contradict what is studied. My DD followed the course book and duly wrote the prescribed response in her exam, and did very well.
I knew, through years of experience and learning from colleagues how to ‘hit the marks’ for exams. I knew what was needed to turn a Grade 6 into a Grade 8. The kids I taught did well, but basically it was through following a recipe if you like, rather than being able to write well instinctively coupled with a love of literature.
I was taught at a grammar school many moons ago, and did O Levels. I remember studying Jane Eyre and Romeo & Juliet at 11 years old. Writing long essays about each. I loved those lessons, and they ignited in me a passion for writing and books that has never diminished.
When I left teaching this year, students struggled to write more than a side of A4, and reading was a chore rather than a pleasure. Of course there are exceptions, but those with a love of reading diminished in numbers over the years. Sad.