August 28, 2014
A casual providence
On plotless novels and the meaning of life.
The work did not “know”; it sought to know. This is the opposite of the religiously fundamentalist urge. The classically figured American imagination writes to better know a subject, to better know itself. The fundamentalist, and to some extant the very religious—a significant difference here being the degree to which a believer subscribes to a literalist reading of scripture—reads already having “known.” The difference is profound.
Posted by Ghost of a flea at August 28, 2014 08:27 AM