The beautiful and silent literary belief, the intimate and timid suffering, the solitary resignation… none of that seems to exist. What does exist and abound is unbridled vanity, the infamous gregarious instinct united with the need for validation by others. There is the imposition of one’s own world view, the demand for agreement, the intolerance of dissent, the certainty and pride of one’s own distinction. Impose, repel, demand are the common verbs—never intransitive, always requiring a personal complement. Sometimes it seems that literature does a disservice to the understanding of the objective world.
The Literary Belief, Beautiful and Silent…
