The Virtue of Writers

What I admire from the writers, aside from the magic they bring into their work, is their capacity to capture the secrets of life, the emotion and feeling that may enclose us everyday but we fail to care. Every time I read something quote-worthy in a book, I always wonder How do they know? Have they experience it all? How can they rephrase an emotion or feeling in such a way that makes us believe that that exactly how we felt or would feel in the same situations?  It seems impossible that a single person could portray a wide range of human emotion: sadness, jealousy, happiness, hatred, pride, inferiority, greed, desire, sincerity, and so on and so forth…with words that make so much sense we believe everything they say.

For example, a while ago I read The Husband’s Secret, a novel by Liane Moriarty, and came across these statements:

Falling in love was easy. Anyone could fall. It was holding on that was tricky.

It was almost embarrassing to be truly intimate with your spouse; because how could you watch someone floss one minute, and the next minute share your deepest passion or tritest of fears? It was almost easier to talk about that sort of thing before you’d shared a bathroom and a bank account and argued over the packing of the dishwasher. — such an honest statement, I might say.

She was a far better mother when she had an audience.

Perhaps nothing was ever ‘meant to be’ . There was just life, and right now, and doing your best. Being a bit ‘bendy’.

See that? A single person wrote competently about falling in love, about mundane facts of marriage life, about the nature of people and about life?  How could she do that? And it’s just from one book, one writer. There are millions of books that filled with countless insights on life. What sort of commotion that going through your head, dear writers? Because I know you don’t walk around the earth carrying all wisdom of human tragedy so you can put them in writing bit by bit, here and there.

But I guess that’s why L.M. Montgomery once said: The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

If that makes any sense🙂

 

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