So I had given up on the blog for the simple yet powerful reason, “looks like no one is reading it anyway”. But over the past few week, I’ve had 2 people ask me why I haven’t been updating my blog and I log in to my WP account after ages to find 2 new followers as well.
The good news therefore is that there are at least 2 people taking the time out to read whatever I post. But if you are also someone reading this, lots of goodwill and hugs for you ❤
Some great reading has happened over the past few months though including Serious Men, Vanity Bagh and The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Yours truly also finally managed to read Gone Girl and The Girl on the Train (a bigger achievement being the fact that I successfully avoided spoilers all this time). 🙂
Going to post my thoughts on all those very soon but till then here is a great article on reading from my new favourite, Brain Pickings
Why do we need the things in books? The poems, the essays, the stories? Authors disagree. Authors are human and fallible and foolish. Stories are lies after all, tales of people who never existed and the things that never actually happened to them. Why should we read them? Why should we care?
The teller and the tale are very different. We must not forget that.
Ideas, written ideas, are special. They are the way we transmit our stories and our ideas from one generation to the next. If we lose them, we lose our shared history. We lose much of what makes us human. And fiction gives us empathy: it puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gift of seeing the world through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.