Someone needs to tell those tales. When the battles are fought and won and lost, when the pirates find their treasures and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of Lapsang souchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping narrative. There’s magic in that. It’s in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift.
You never love a book the way you love a book when you are ten. It is an honor to be in that sacred space in some children’s brains.
An old post: Summer Reading on Better Book Titles!
(Left to Right: To Kill a Mocking Bird, The Bell Jar, A Confederacy of Dunces, Gatsby, The Old Man and The Sea, Huck Finn, Of Mice and Men, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn)
Hard as it may be to imagine, but there are certain things in this world more grating and ubiquitous than Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines”: Persistent spelling and grammar errors.