It is true that, despite all the inherent affliction of writing, organizing thought, shaping it into words, varying forms, testing new possibilities and dressing it differently with each new piece, has its pleasures. Unpretentiously, it is possible to enjoy and take a liking to the process, without which one does not get far in letters. The unfortunate thing is that literature is not limited to these moments when thought seems like inert matter and the artist’s job is simply to conform it, as if, by doing so, the artist does not bind himself to it in such a way that expression always appears imperfect and always represents a painful separation.
Category: Notes
There Is Something Overtly Invasive…
There is something overtly invasive about biographies that seem to suggest that the very interest in them is reprehensible. What is sought in them is the same intimacy that, in life, common sense commands to respect. But human curiosity is invincible, and biographies are indispensable. Although a work is independent of the biography, the author cannot detach himself from it. And it is they that show us the reality that supports the artistic act, a multifaceted reality, more or less grateful, more or less unusual, but which always motivates expression. They are also responsible for revealing a dimension that is often essential to the correct understanding of a work, and there is no doubt that, because of the much they have clarified and contributed, one ends up at peace with the guilt of that feeling of invasion.
A Great Writer Does Not Write…
A great writer does not write for his generation and must accept it. It will be more difficult to do so the more he loses the sense of his own greatness or, rather, the greatness of his own mission. Literary activity, the desire to be part of literature, must be seen primarily as a recognition of the value and power of letters. To manifest in this way, and not in any other, implies meditation and choice. Why literature? Reflection will soon point out the obvious: the writer is someone transformed by it, and he writes because the objects of his admiration have done so.
Anyone Whose Dream Is the Establishment…
Anyone whose dream is the establishment of an ideological totalitarianism suffers first and foremost from historical ignorance. If a lack of haughtiness prevents him from looking a little beyond his immediate interest, a little judgment would recommend him not to challenge an unpredictable and uncontrollable reaction. But history will always make him pay, because it is infallible in pointing out totalitarianism as an aspiration restricted to scoundrels. The course of a lifetime is too short for the consequences that can befall it, and while historical ignorance may not sometimes compromise in the short term, a little patience shows that it always does.