The mindless ramblings of a runner, journalist, and artist:
On the Question of Quality. I have one main beef with it, and it comes as a fundamental misunderstanding of the importance of literature.
But before I get to that, I want to address a throwaway comment that gets at a pet peeve of mine. If quality were as nebulous and subjective as Bourke wants us to believe, all editors may as well quit. Why waste time as an author even going beyond your first, rough draft?
Everything in the slush pile is a masterpiece to someone.
What about the hundreds of books on writing and writing programs across the country. Call up Robert McKee and tell him story structure is meaningless. We can save universities tons of money by canceling Freshmen Composition classes, too. Why not kill the whole English department?
Anyone who has consider the idea for more than a few minutes knows that quality is not a nebulous concept. One is related to the craft of writing, the other to the art of writing.
End rant and on to the real point of this post. I wrote a column in September about the utter shock of feeling catered to, of feeling seen, of feeling centred in books as a queer person. It was a shock that brought home to me that this is how straight white cis men can rely on feeling when they come to a narrative.
After a lifetime like that, it must be disconcerting to experience narratives in which you are present but not central. It must be alienating to come to narratives where you are an afterthought, or not there at all.
Sit with that for a minute. Just sit with it. You can feel the smugness emanating from those words. I almost feel bad that she has literature exactly backward in its importance. More than any other art form, literature can transport you inside the soul of another person no matter how distinct their identity or experience is from your own.
We read literature precisely to get the understanding and empathy that a perceived other is just as worthy of compassion and consideration as our own in-group. It is such a shallow, egocentric, and frankly embarrassing admission to say an important revelation of your reading life was seeing yourself represented.
Literature is for the other, not for the self. These books all made me a better person precisely because I was not represented as the main character.
People who LARP live action role play have a name for this: When you inhabit someone other than yourself, those effects can be profound and lasting on your life.
My next novel delves into this concept considerably. Seeing myself as a main character in a book. I read The Perks of Being a Wallflower in high school, and this had a gay side character.
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