Monthly Archives: December 2014

Mumbled Musings on Reading and Writing


The reader is inevitably greedy, devouring the lives and loves of others out of necessity.  The only amendment to such a cannibalistic feast is that these “others” exist purely in fiction–and yet, the damning truth of it all is that, to the reader, these lives and loves must so closely resemble reality in order for the reader to taste the truth of the joys and pains which are, ultimately, their own.  So the writer becomes a modern Hannibal, serving up dishes of serenity and suffering to mad-hungry masses and sophisticated celibates alike, feeding them the feelings of the lives they only wish they could live and have.  

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