Writing about writers

A passage on writers and their books from the book I’m reading, Diane Setterfield’s “The Thirteenth Tale”:

“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink and paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.”

I do not know if the entire paragraph carried though the metaphor for writers’ perpetuation, because while they seem ethereally alive in “their tone of voice”, in the end, we see them as “frozen corpses”.

It is true that a writer no matter how mediocre or banal, is preserved in some way through his or her writing.

But for me as a reader, who has always taken books at their face value, never scratched the surface to try and find the writers themselves, this is not important.

When I read Updike, I do not try to find him through his writing, nor do I try to reach at Shakespeare through his plays or sonnets. All that matters is what is contained between the covers. For writers that are alive, it matters little to me whether they live in mansions or apartments, with dogs or cats or spouses.What matters is what they have written, not who they are as people. I would not like to know V.S. Naipaul personally, but I like reading his books.

This is a subjective opinion, I know, because when analyzing a text in college we found it convenient to have read the writer’s biography, or a memoir, if available. Keats’s odes become so much clearer once you know the circumstances in which they were written. For some people it adds to the poignancy of those poems. To me, it takes away the magic.

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  1. Anonymous

    I must disagree with the initial quote… People live on, in the pieces of whom they leave behind

  2. Damyanti

    I know, I was so angry with this professor and his economic theory, I wanted to shove something down his throat.

    Your novel sounds more intriguing my the minute. Can’t wait to read it!

  3. Litgirl01

    “That is all ye know on earth and all ye need to know.” 🙂 Sigh…

    Economic reasons? The poor guy was ripped to shreds in his lifetime. I don’t think he made a dime. Hmmm…I’m not sure about that. According to his leters, he had such a love of writing and such a natural talent. He was trying HARD to make a living on writing at one point so that Fanny’s mother would grant him her hand in marriage. I can see money and fame being Byron’s main motive! LOL

    Sad note…Fanny Brawne gave Keats’ letters to her children to sell for profit. This was only on her deathbed… so SHE never profited from them.

    I can’t wait to explore all of this through writing!

  4. Damyanti

    I do remember visiting your blog and finding that you want to write such a novel. I’m intrigued, and will buy a copy:).

    I was so in love with Keats when in college that I once took on a visiting professor from London who said the primary motive for Keats’s writing was “economic”!!

    To me, I like the pure enjoyment of art without context. I want a poem to rip my heart out, but only with its words, how it makes me feel and think, and what or who it makes me think of. Not because of the poet’s background.

    To me Keats’s lines “Beauty is truth, truth beauty” is one of his best achievements, for the simplicity and veracity of his words, and nothing more.

  5. Litgirl01

    In Keats’ case, it added poignancy to his poems once I knew more about his life. I think this is why I am so drawn to him. In fact, I am currently planning to write a novel about Keats and his relationship with Fanny Brawne. It’s believed that the poem “Bright Star” was written for Fanny. I will never read the poem the same way again. It absolutely rips my heart out.

    Great post. The Thirteenth Tale seems interesting. Definitely something I would read. 🙂