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Time, the World and the Word
Enjoying literature for its own sake often becomes difficult as fiction’s windows change even as the landscape of the world remains familiar.
These days, though I am reading as much as ever, I’m reading much less fiction. My children tell me a person who doesn’t read literature is as good as dead. I am touched they wish me to stay alive and want me, in return, to measure up to their expectations, but try as I might, I can’t.
I have lost patience with story and plot and character. Ideas, on the other hand, fascinate me: I want to get to them as quickly and directly as possible. Could it be that at some point I shed the need for a character as an embodiment of an idea, a plot as a vehicle for its development, and a well-crafted story as the medium to sustain interest in its unfolding?
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