Writers
Writers are unknown land. When we know our writers, poets and scholars, personally, their appearances don’t match the profile that we keep in our mind.
Once, my mother told me about the first time she watched a live show at a radio station to see a celebrity who she was a fan. Before this event, the voice of this artist was the only connection between him and her. She said that when the artist arrived on the stage she couldn’t stop to laugh, and her friends were surprised. She had never imagined that guy was a bald man of short stature, the owner of the voice she listened to every afternoon.
Writers are like that. Men or women who use words to describe imaginary worlds but they don’t always think, exactly, these things, when they are living their real lives. Flaubert, for example, wasn’t a good example of morality, however, he could describe in his novel “Madam Bovary” a wonderful, poetic, and romantic character, and demonstrated a deep knowledge of the female soul. In line, we have a lot of examples of men and women who lived a life not exactly perfect but plenty of follies and beverages. Including a lot of them passed away in early age. Beings that described feelings that involved people but they weren’t able to mend their own lives.
Writers are representations. Writers, poets, and artists figure out beings that they would like to be, and describe the love and stories that they have never lived or, maybe, they would wish to live in reality. We can imagine if a poet found his true love, a relationship that he has always imagined, we wonder: why he would waste his time imagining it to tell stories to people if he can enjoy it besides his lover?
Don’t demand from authors to be the image of the writer that you keep in your mind. While readers are readers of words and enjoy them, writers and poets are artisans of traps that readers don’t get to escape.
The readers’ pleasure is the writers’ pleasure. First, readers are the first who get into this world of reading, and writers are involved in these worlds they created. Readers don’t need to agree with the destiny of characters and writers can do what they want to. Some writers write books for specific readers and they try to understand these readers’ wishes. In this case, the writer’s pleasure is beside their readers. Other writers dream to publish their books and they don’t bother with the reader’s opinion. They are arrogant, independent, and selfish because they are rude to criticize people and behaviours, and they write only to themselves. Then, there are two ways to express the art of writing but the fantasy lives in each one.
Readers get happy when they find in the novels of their favourite writers languages and messages expressing their feelings. Readers use them to say and whisper them in beloved ears and try to cause effects to seduce or convince someone.
By the way, from where do we take out words of love and learn to say “I love you”, and write rhymes if we couldn’t read them in books, in novels of our favourite writers? The paradox is that we learn to say these sweet words to loved ears because we steal them from artists that, maybe, have never had the opportunity to say them to their lovers.
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