Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Why I Love Reading and Writing Fiction
Fiction is life submerged. It has it own darknesses, its own bubbles of light. The most mundane gesture, the smallest movement, is graceful and light and burdened with meaning, nuance, and memory. It is slower, faster, quieter, weightier, and more easeful than ordinary life. Every action spirals out in visible wrinkles--images ripple and waver. Light is cut into spectrum, and noise travels nearer and faster. Fiction is heavily textured; one feels it between one's fingers, the drag and pliancy of language, character, and scene. Here, we lift off, rise in the currents, taking comfort and wonder in the miracle of buoyancy.