Tag: literature

One of the most difficult aspects of literature is that, given that only fortunate writers create or enjoy the possibility of dedicating themselves entirely to writing, coupled with the sometimes indistinct return and the impression that writing is a burden, it is easy to relegate the profession. As a result, few persevere, and even those who do sometimes report nothing more than discouragement at the act of persevering. Fortunately, duty is often incoherent, and the afflicted worker misjudges the return on what has been produced.

It is a pity that St. Augustine’s Confessions did not found a school, and that the style, or rather the type of discourse used there, is found almost nowhere else. This work teaches, in a word, what it means to speak with the utmost sincerity, something that not only any writer, but any man must know. And, in truth, it is impossible to reach such an extreme unless you are speaking to a knowingly omniscient observer, from whom nothing can be hidden and who, for every word you say, knows many more that you could not or would not confess. It is a pity that such a model did not found a school…

Despite everything that can be said to the contrary, modern literature has made some progress in getting closer to everyday life. And if the banality of plots and characters is sometimes annoying, it is certain that possibilities have opened up in this commonplace scenario, and something new can be said. If the previous tradition expanded the imagination, the new one has led to greater identification with the reader, who now finds it easier to read about his own life narrated by someone else, perhaps venturing into possibilities he had not imagined. In this sense, literature has become richer, and it is good that it has.