The purpose of literature is to show that other people exist–Iris Murdoch
While I’ve been traveling recently I’ve had more uninterrupted reading time than in the previous two months. On cramped airplanes and in hotel rooms that would be lonely if I hadn’t had my Kindle with me.
The pendulum swung far and it swung wide. I read books 2 and 3 and 4 and 5 of George RR Martin’s Song of Ice and Fire series.
I read Is Shakespeare Dead? by Mark Twain.
I read lots of Skymall magazine.
I read a lot.
I also happened to hear that quote by Iris Murdoch while I was in the thick of this binge. I looked at the books I had been reading and thought: “Is this true? Is this why literature is valuable? Do these books show that other people exist? What does that even mean?”
What do you make of it? Agree? Disagree?