Forms disappear, words remain, to signify the impossible.
Augusto Roa BastosRead
There were epochs in the history of humanity in which the writer was a sacred person. He wrote the sacred books, universal books, the codes, the epic, the oracles. Sentences inscribed on the walls of the crypts; examples in the portals of the temples. But in those times the writer was not an individual alone; he was the people.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the profound role of writers in history as voices of the collective consciousness of humanity.
Augusto Roa Bastos emphasizes the significant impact writers have had throughout human history, portraying them not merely as individual creators but as representatives of the broader society. In earlier epochs, writers contributed to sacred texts and communal knowledge, functioning as the custodians of cultural and moral codes, and their words were seen as an embodiment of the people’s spirit and values.
In practice
During a literary conference, one might use this quote to discuss the historical significance of writers.
We can be reluctant to recognize how much of our culture was literary, particularly now that so many of the institutional purveyors of literature happily have joined in proclaiming its death. A substantial number of Americans who believe they worship God actually worship three major literary characters: the Yahweh of the J Writer (earliest author of Genesis, Exodus, Numbers), the Jesus of the Gospel of Mark, and Allah of the Koran.
A reader who quarrels with postulates, who dislikes Hamlet because he does not believe that there are ghosts or that people speak in pentameters, clearly has no business in literature. He cannot distinguish fiction from fact, and belongs in the same category as the people who send checks to radio stations for the relief of suffering heroines in soap operas.
The distinction between literary and genre fiction is stupid and pernicious. It dates back to a feud between Robert Louis Stevenson and Henry James. James won, and it split literature into two streams. But it's a totally false dichotomy.
In my case, literature is a kind of revenge. It's something that gives me what real life can't give me - all the adventures, all the suffering. All the experiences I can only live in the imagination, literature completes.
You have started the book with this bubble over your head that contains a cathedral full of fire - that contains a novel so vast and great and penetrating and bright and dark that it will put all other novels ever written to shame. And then, as you get towards the end, you begin to realise, no, it's just this book.
You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler.
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