hook or by book
asked me, This entire area is fiction?
I was standing among the hard cover fiction shelves at the
National Library, having just refused to tell this stranger
the meaning of one of my tattoos. He, I supposed, was making
conversation however he could. I was wrong about that supposition.
He was just being an asp.
you living in a dream world, he snorted.
I glared at him, thinking, Supercilious runt!
Theres nothing like being a legend in ones own
mind to let slip ones ignorance. And the words from
Zoë Hellers novel, What Was She Thinking, ...but
for all (his) class advantages, (he) is woefully ill read.
People who do not read good books can never be smart. Yes,
I include fiction in that. In fact, most of all.
Nothing can teach you the significance of education, truth
and the dignity of labour better than a good story. Honest.
It is not by chance that all the worlds ancient civilisations
cultivated folklore and storytelling traditions.
Out of such came the warily watered-down Grimm and Anderson
fairy tales. But there is a moral to every story, nonetheless.
And why? As was asked as an answer in the Native American
odyssey, Dreamkeeper, Who will show the people what
not to do by doing it?
Subliminal suggestioning is a sophisticated, appealing and
effective method of conditioning the creative side of peoples
In books, fiction, storytelling, we might learn most of what
there is to learn without even having to try beyond reading
the book. It enters, sly like, and beds down,; becomes our
thoughts, our feelings, our insight, our knowledge, our Selves.
Despite that, fiction must remain. It is necessary. Storytelling
must not be lost. That is the surest way to illiteracy, which
is far more than merely being unable to read.
When the movies are forgotten, and todays hard
facts have been superseded by the hard facts
of future discoveries, novels will endure to help us think,
live, be imaginally.
In their stories we can experience anything, with little of
the tearing asunder of our souls that could befall us by living
In stories we have our history. In stories we have our heroes.
In stories, since it is mostly made-up anyway, we have no
fear of opening up of being vulnerable to the lies
we always look for in what passes for truth these days.
people without stories is like the wind in the buffalo grass.
Who will keep our stories? the grandfather asked his
All this crime we face I think is an off-shoot of a certain
kind of young male refusing to find the calming effect of
fiction, that ironically at the same time fires the imagination
enough to see beyond violence, despair, laziness, confusion,
While it was my father who first nurtured feminism and independence
into me, books (and movies, which are just fast books) played
a large part in leading me to liberalism.
There is freedom to be had by freeing your mind with a good
novel. Power lies in these here pages!
I saw a journey of my life in two paintings. The first was
Balthazar Klossowski de Rola Balthus Katia Reading
: a young girl in almost profile pose, with such an intent
expression, sitting with a book held up high that casts a
shadow over her face,; in a dim but warming room, her legs,
one tucked, one stretched comfort itself.
The second was Edouard Vuillards Femme Lison,
le Soir: a woman, faceless, but seeming
old, in a room of cosy confines but dramatic shadows, late
evening time by the look of the light, reading, too
as she may have done since she inspired Balthus Katia
Both were me. Thats my life I looked at: the written
word ever there, ever a part of me, sharing time, sharing
What would I be without books? I tell you, I wouldnt
I wouldnt be me.
Tomorrows BREW: Bigoting we go!