“Bret Lassiter,” by Marge Simon
I think writers are as necessary as doctors. Like a doctor, the writer performs the vital functions of diagnosing patients, advising them, and healing them.
Diagnosing: Through the generations, writers, like doctors, pretty much say the same things over and over, but in fresh, personal language. That’s because the human condition does not change. We must be told we are mortal, that we can and will get hurt, and that we should take better care of ourselves and loved ones.
Ernest Hemingway’s magnificent tale of war and loss in A Farewell To Arms remains one of the most powerful and vivid tales of the madness of World War I. Of course, its narrative is timeless because humanity is still being dazed and bloodied by conflict and loss. I still recall reading that book in high school, and how it shook me to the core the way it made the abstraction of death real. In the powerful final scene, the protagonist, Frederic Henry, makes the nurses leave the room where his wife has died in childbirth. He is determined to say goodbye. However, something is wrong:
But after I had got them out and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn’t any good. It was like saying good-bye to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.
Feel the lid of the coffin slamming down? The “statue” image chilled my marrow at age 17. An invaluable lesson.
Advising: Because death and suffering are real, the writer, like a good doctor, must caution readers about what they should and should not do. Sometimes we don’t listen, and need to be slapped in the face and reminded there are certain risks we’re taking without thinking about the possible consequences. Larry Niven’s “Bordered in Black” is one breathtaking example. I won’t give away the plot, but the story begins with Earth’s most famous astronaut destroying the first faster-than-light ship, from which he’s just explored the farthest reaches of space. Niven’s advice is this: Out there in the dark unknown, in alien places where the light from the nuclear fires we call stars cannot reach, there may have arisen Beings that are nothing like the cuddly ET. Nothing at all.
Something to think about before we broadcast more “Come on down!” messages from our radio telescopes.
Healing: And finally, no matter how well we take care of ourselves, pain and loss will find us. One story I enjoy re-reading is Yukio Mishima’s “Death in Midsummer,” which is about the accidental drowning of two children. The parents struggle to recover, and are finally able to return to the beach where their children died:
From beneath the clouds, the sea came toward them, far wider and more changeless than the land. The land never seems to take the sea, even its inlets. Particularly along a wide bow of coast, the sea sweeps in from everywhere.
The waves came up, broke, fell back. Their thunder was like the intense quiet of the summer sun, hardly a noise at all. Rather an earsplitting silence. A lyrical transformation of the waves, not waves, but rather ripples one might call the light derisive laughter of the waves at themselves – ripples came up to their feet and retreated again.
Those lines, I think, illustrate the surprising and timeless beauty that can emerge from harsh reality. By confronting our mortal condition, we appreciate more intently what it means to live. Finding that beauty is often difficult and fleeting, but it is possible, and literature helps us see it.
And those are the reasons I read. And write.
Had never considered how all three areas could apply to a writer. Your description was well presented Mike, I loved it.
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In My Cluttered Attic,
I appreciate that! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Thank you, Mike, –great post! I was just talking about Hemingway and “Farewell to Arms” with a client this morning–what a powerful, powerful book that still should be read today because of its universal truths. WORD!
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Alice Osborn,
Powerful indeed. It’s one of those books you can re-read as you grow older and experience something different each time.
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I enjoyed most of Hemingway’s novels, but I really found his non-fiction book Death in the Afternoon very interesting. It’s really a treatise about writing, the rituals of bullfighting, and violent death.
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Jeff Wills,
When I first started submitting fiction, I was dismayed by the constant rejection letters. I finally got feedback from one editor: Too much description getting in the way of the story.
I “cured” myself of that affliction by reading and re-reading Hemingway, even to the point of typing out pages of his texts and trying to finish them the way he would. I’ll always be in his debt.
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Reblogged this on Seraphim City and commented:
Worth a read…
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What a great post!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome Mike 🙂
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Beautiful. I think this also captures why re-reading things is also so effective. We turn to a known cure when we are heartsick. I know I love to read favourite passages from books when I’m down. Thanks for posting.
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People think it’s strange that I re-read certain books. It makes sense to me — it’s like seeing an old friend again.
And as I get older, I experience stories differently. You have to have gone through certain things to appreciate certain ideas and feelings.
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Hi Mike. This is such an interesting perspective and so well written. I really enjoyed reading this – especially your last paragraph.
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Nurse Kelly,
I appreciate the kind words. Good to hear from you!
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doctors cure people and maybe people can survive without books but living without the writings will indeed be a sorry existence.
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I couldn’t agree more!
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Reblogged this on bookishvirtuoso and commented:
Hear hear!
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Nat Lim,
I appreciate that!
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Reblogged this on Harvest The knowledge and commented:
It’s too many things that we have to know.
Just keep reading.
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Reblogged this on quirkywritingcorner and commented:
With being a retired nurse, I should have thought of this. Clever!
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By confronting our mortal condition, we appreciate more intently what it means to live.
One of the powerful lines. I love how you have profoundly presented book examples. Well now I have them in my ‘to be read’ list. Thank you.
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imgracen,
Oh, I envy you reading “Death in Midsummer” for the first time. What an experience. I’d like to recommend Death in Midsummer: And Other Stories published by New Directions. It also contains “Patriotism,” one of the most beautiful and soul-shaking short stories ever written.
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Very much worth reading…
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Alexander,
Hey, thanks for that! I’m honored.
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Came directed by Alexander, and he was right- very worth reading. A spin off is the small encouragement to keep writing! A great post.
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philipparees,
Thank you! I hope it encourages you to keep on writing. We all need to encourage each other.
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This is brilliant and I absolutely agree. For me, reading is like this cathartic purge; I go on this psychological journey when I read and emerge from the other side a stronger person. Thanks for sharing.
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It’s said you cannot know what it’s like to be someone else.
Wrong. Just read a book, and you unite. It’s glorious.
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