How many times do you edit your blog? I do it more then three times. Many times it is for silly errors of spellings, but sometimes for major changes, like replacing words or adjectives, or for replacing the sentence completely. It happens when you have written your blog in hurry. When you re read it, you may find some changes to be done very necessary. It is the human virtue, especially in writers that they want to be ‘perfectionist’, the virtue very hard to achieve. I like all my writings, being a beginner, however some time I sense ‘it could be better’ like feeling.
My favorite author is Alberto Moravia. I like him very much because he was very honest to his writing. He never wrote anything just for writing’s sake. He used to read his writing frequently. He was very rigorous editor of himself. In many occasions he replaced whole incident or a chapter, and that to without removing the old one. And at that time he confessed the reason behind it without feeling any guilt. For example in my most favorite novel ‘The lie’ [‘La Attenzion’ In Italian] he wrote an incident of a protagonist passing time with his step daughter ‘Baba’ in his own house when his wife was not present. The scene unusual with father and daughter is like this.
‘Baba’s mouth crushed it self against mine, lips parted and as it were turned inside out, like the open lips of a wound if pressed against a hard surface; then, with lips still parted in the same position, it started turning round inside my mouth, penetrating further and further as it turned, and then, still continuing its turning, penetrating movement, it opened yet wider, gaping like the gullet of a reptile, forming an empty, dark, warm, dry funnel whose edges, nevertheless, melted with saliva which wetted the chin and cheeks of both of us; were wishing to swallow me, and at the bottom of the funnel, which grew steadily larger, warmer, emptier and darker, was her hard, dry, pointed tongue, which every now and then came forward and then withdrew, with spasmodic swiftness. The kiss came to an end because suddenly, as though to deny us the protection and connivance of the darkness, the quit, yellow lamp came on, on the landing. We separated at once; Baba bent down towards the door, possibly in order to hide from me her face smeared with lipstick and wet with saliva.’
In the very next chapter he confessed that the incident he had described in last chapter was not genuine and what he is writing now is reality. In his own writing,
‘Afterwards I re read what I had written and then I understood the reason for my despair. It was directly suggested to me by the manner in which I had described the kiss, I had given Baba. I analyzed the long description of fifteen lines and found I had expressed, in almost every word, a feeling of repulsion, of fear and horror. Whereas in reality, both on my side and on Baba’s, the kiss had been a perfectly normal love kiss, lacking in restraint and full of sweetness almost to the point of insensibility and ecstasy.
In other words, I certainly loved Baba; but at the source of my love for her, instead of a sincere, unutterable impulse, there was the idea of incest as a transgression and as nothing ness. This idea, or rather ideology, was just as non-genuine as that which had formerly caused me to love and to marry her mother Cora.’
The novel is in form of a diary. This is the masterpiece of Moravia, second to ‘Woman of Rome’ in my opinion.See the ideas for diary writing from Moravia’s point of view.
It may seems mysterious but diary does not represent the truth because, at the very moment when the keeper of the diary is recounting an event in which he himself was the protagonist, he is no longer the man who experienced the event but the man who is writing about it; and the man who experienced it is a quite separate character to whom the diarist stand in the relation of a judge or, If you prefer, of a recorder. In reality the diary is always sincere; always truthful, it is merely a question of seeking out the truth behind the events.
I purchased this pre owned book which has no cover, so I made one and to mark it sketched one of the incidents from book on cover with black ink pen.
One can learn more of Moravia at, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alberto_Moravia