Szary
10-28-2005, 08:49 PM
Maybe this is just me trying to make myself feel better about the genre of fiction I love so much, but perhaps we are at the crux of a new flood of interest into all of those things that are so ‘unexplainable’.
What I’m getting at is that we all live in this time people smarter than me have dubbed ‘post-modern’. The world is viewed from a cynical perch, claiming everything has been done before, often better, and most of what we produce as creative writers has been robbed of any true meaning or worth. Among our cell-phones, e-mails, and floundering stock options the human consciousness, at least in the West, resembles a pre-assembled mix of do-it-yourself bake recipes. That is why LOTR, the impending Narnia release, and Harry Potter genres have seen such a rise in popularity.
Despite what most post-modernists would argues, there ARE in fact things about this state we call the human experience that are inherently unexplainable by empirical means. I’m not claiming the answers lie at Hogwarts or in the ideals of Aslan, yet these are a symptom of that which our post-modernist perspectives have thieved from us. Somewhere in the corner there are philosophers snickering at this, they seem to be a group with all the answers but no actual solutions, yet maybe they were on to something with all that a priori stuff that no post-modernist wants to confront.
Summing it up, there is a desire for that which is unexplainable by any logical means, and the thirst for such a treat in the literary world is great. Imagination is a wonderful thing, play with it, fight with it, revel in it. Keep writing, keep creating, regardless of how seemingly ridiculous because it satisfies something in all of us that Martha, Trump or merging behemoths can never copyright and mass produce.
What I’m getting at is that we all live in this time people smarter than me have dubbed ‘post-modern’. The world is viewed from a cynical perch, claiming everything has been done before, often better, and most of what we produce as creative writers has been robbed of any true meaning or worth. Among our cell-phones, e-mails, and floundering stock options the human consciousness, at least in the West, resembles a pre-assembled mix of do-it-yourself bake recipes. That is why LOTR, the impending Narnia release, and Harry Potter genres have seen such a rise in popularity.
Despite what most post-modernists would argues, there ARE in fact things about this state we call the human experience that are inherently unexplainable by empirical means. I’m not claiming the answers lie at Hogwarts or in the ideals of Aslan, yet these are a symptom of that which our post-modernist perspectives have thieved from us. Somewhere in the corner there are philosophers snickering at this, they seem to be a group with all the answers but no actual solutions, yet maybe they were on to something with all that a priori stuff that no post-modernist wants to confront.
Summing it up, there is a desire for that which is unexplainable by any logical means, and the thirst for such a treat in the literary world is great. Imagination is a wonderful thing, play with it, fight with it, revel in it. Keep writing, keep creating, regardless of how seemingly ridiculous because it satisfies something in all of us that Martha, Trump or merging behemoths can never copyright and mass produce.