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12:30 pm: Restoring Numbed Zones to Feeling
I'm writing about this. If you'd like to answer, I'm interested:

Why do fat girls need fiction?

Why does anybody?

If you read fiction, how do you do that?

Where, when, how did you start?

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Date:May 14th, 2006 10:15 pm (UTC)
p.9-10 FYI, she uses Dickens, Wright, and Forster novels as examples.

"There is one more feature of novel-reading that needs recognition at the outset: the novel's interest in the ordinary. As readers of Hard Times, we visit a schoolroom, a middle-class home, a circus, a working-class home, the office of a manager, the factory in which working people toil, an abandoned mineshaft in which many working people have met their death. Not one of these places would have been judged fit for inclusion in the tragedies of Aeschylus and Sophocles or of Corneille and Racine. ...But in reading Dickens's story, we embrace the ordinary. It is made an object of our keenest interest and sympathy. We visit these places as involved friends, concerned about what is happening in them. ...The novel determinedly introduces its reader to that which is in a way common and close at hand - but which is often, in its significant strangeness, the object of profound ignorance and emotional refusal."
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Date:May 14th, 2006 10:25 pm (UTC)
The ordinary! The ordinary! The ordinary! Flannery O'Connor says that fiction is made of dust (and that trying to write good fiction through just, say psychological insights, just doesn't work).

And, yeah, in its significant strangeness. I don't know, dust and marvels, both, the way dust flowers up sometimes into great showers of motes in light.
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