On the oddities of non-fiction:
“…Such is the modern personal essay from the House of Ira Glass. It should be called something else, other than nonfiction. “Re-enactmention,” perhaps. Wherein a predominantly true story is made more complicated in the service of art. There’s gratuitous naughtiness, the liberal dollop of pop-culture references and needless versions of a phrase like “wet eyes” when “tear filled” would do.”
“They put that fantasized emotion into their playing, and it is very convincing. I (Ken Noda) had an amazing capacity for imagining those feelings, and that’s part of what talent is. But it dries up, in everyone. That’s why so many prodigies have midlife crises in their late teens or early 20s. If our imagination is not replenished with experience, the ability to reproduce these feelings in one’s playing gradually diminishes.” I think this is true of writers as well: if they can’t replenish themselves with genuine life experiences, the depth of the writing suffers.
I’m constantly heartened by new discoveries about the power of the mind and the imagination, here in a terrific essay by Oliver Sacks. No commentary required from me: read and enjoy.
Causes Jess Wells Supports
Doctors Without Borders, Amnesty International, Friends of the Urban Forest, The Heifer Project, Forests Forever, NRDC