If a scale were established for levels of literary understanding, or linguistic intelligence, there would surely be a level that most reasonably intelligent people—those with high IQs and strong reasoning skills—would not reach, and that is the level that enables one to identify an aesthetically crafted expression, an expression justified by the effect it produces. Indeed, how many fail to reach it! Most “intelligent” people refuse to let go of the literal meaning of sentences, and thus seem unaware that there is more than semantics, logic, and the most obvious figures of speech. They are the ones incapable of appreciating an author like Cioran, or Nietzsche, or even certain passages by Pessoa, because they “disagree” with what they read. The curious thing is that, although it is instinctive to label them as immature, such a level of understanding seems truly difficult to achieve for those who do not practice the craft of writing. When you do, everything becomes very simple: just set out, even if only in jest, to craft a few striking phrases; and then it will become evident that exaggeration, and even the distortion of thought, sometimes produce a far superior result.
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Although the Work of Critics Is of Great Use…
Although the work of critics is of great use to the student—who must chart a course of study and find a way to select, without prior knowledge, the works that best suit him—it is undoubtedly better to approach a work without knowing what has been said about it, and to allow it to make its own impression through an intimate relationship between author and reader. Then, the criticism, which will be better understood, and perhaps stimulate an additional reading. It happens, however, that it is not always possible, nor convenient, to do so, since, first and foremost, one must decide what to read. So one must deal with the unpleasant sensation of, while reading, having to push aside from one’s mind the already known judgments that will persistently try to intrude.
A Good Point at Which a Writer Can Truly…
A good point at which a writer can truly consider himself a professional in the literary arts is when he begins to take pleasure in the study of language, that is, when he begins to enjoy delving into daunting grammar books, highly complex linguistic studies, and the like. It is when, in this realm that is inscrutable to most, he finally feels at home. And it is when he realizes he is capable of truly polishing a text, paying close attention to details, aware of the immense power of words, of the fact that, sometimes, a single word is enough to change everything in a speech or a narrative. Every difficult skill, mastered with great effort, usually bestows this reward: the difficulty begins to delight. But there are skills whose difficulty has a clear limit; in the letters, there seems to be none.
Alongside the Clichéd Exaltation…
Alongside the clichéd exaltation, there are, here and there in literature, more sober but much more genuine examples of the recognition of nature’s real, everyday, and sometimes marvelous influence on the author’s life. Some might find it strange that they are not so frequent, and others might judge them as idealistic as the former; but the fact is that, on the one hand, it takes experience and open eyes to notice it, and, on the other, one must admit that they are simply real. Sometimes, a window is enough. And the landscape, when least expected, when most needed, invades the house, invades the spirit, transforms the mood, and gives the situation a new direction. Regrettably, there are those who go through life without experiencing it; but one must be aware that such a thing is possible, and, having that awareness, there is nothing more reasonable than the effort to make it happen.