Its the basic truth that rises out of a story which makes a novel universal.
- Chinua Achebe
That has quite a Woaw-Factor doesnt it? I sure was Waow-ed.
I am currently reading the world famous novel 'Things Fall Apart', and with impressive literature comes impressive context.
First of all the fact that Achebe had and was nothing when he wrote the book. Like many analists like to say: "He wrote this to right the wrongs that European novelists had caused."
Ofcourse, in a way, that is true.
"Untill the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter. I had to be that historian, so that the story of the hunt will also reflect the agony, the travail- the bravery, even, of the lions." - Achebe
However, when 'Things Fall Apart' was written, there was no guarantee that anyone, let alone western people, would ever read his words. Achebe wrote his literature because he wanted to tell this story. Because he wanted the audience to enjoy the story coated in culture and history.
During an interview, an auditor once asked: "What is the lesson you want to teach us?"
And Achebe replied with:
"Just enjoy the book. Identify with it or not. If you can, regocnize yourself in the characters, and enjoy!"
These words caused me to write this entry. Because it shares a truth, a truth to which I contribute, a truth that strikes me as a writer.
You see, sometimes novelists, authors, critiques, analists, we get so caught up in seeking meaning and moral we forget novels are written to Tell A Story. The story is taken to the maximum of the writers capacities and if they're reached: thats it.
A novel, before it becomes world famous and well known and people try to see the deep and double meanings, is just a story.
So read the story like it was written by a nobody. Because that is how the greatest of writers started off.
Feel free to marvel at the storyline without being forced to see through it all.
Enjoy because the story is worth enjoying.
We are all nobodies, which means we all have the potential to become a great writer.
I hope you enjoyed reading this.
No doubt that you've seen Amsterdam in the trending movie 'The Fault in our Stars'.
A perfect setting for the tragic story of these star crossed lovers, who fell in love with eachother, and Amsterdam.
Just like me.
Ill tell you why.
The place I have come to love is Amsterdam.
It holds some great musea and universities. Which is wonderful and all, but not the most important.
The most important are the people. The people who keep rushing and racing and vibrantly living their lives!
In Amsterdam, we are extravagant, unique pieces of work! We have different colours, different cultures and yet we're one people.
We create a city that will never close its eyes. There wont be a day Amsterdam isnt awake. The people are as vivid as the water in the many canals that weave through our city.
If you ever have the chance, go to Amsterdam. Fall in love with her yourself.
This was Roux, signing in for the daily report.
Over and out.
Verity is blurred by the eyes of those who wish not to see.
But the sharp tongue of reality cuts through daydreams while fiction falls apart and shatters into a million diamond pieces.
A less poetic exclamation, yes, but it covers quite the lot of the frustration I am currently feeling on the insides of my being.
I just can't. I can not.
I can duo-pe-not-ti.
The poem I'm writing, I just cant get it write. I mean right. Yet I cant get it written either.
My head is pounding with beautiful imagery, conative meanings, stylistic devices and vocabulary, yet they refuse persistently to cooperate.
It's like a having a hand full of unique, exqisuite, pompous puzzle pieces, BUT THEY JUST WONT FIT TOGETHER!
This isn't a writers block, its a writers pentagon: a much more annoying and complex variant.
I'm having a writers pentagon. My pentagon of pompous puzzle pieces.
(excuse my lexis there)
This was Roux, signing in for...
Dear hot potatoes, chilipeppers and ensalatas!
Not much to write today, but lots to show!
In order to spice up life I decided to do something I had never done before when it came to dancing: Partnering!
Ive been cycling all over town all day in order to visit as much open houses as possible.
I ended up doing English Waltz, Rumba, Bachata, but my absolute favorite was Salsa!
Moreanythelessyway, what I am really here for is to show you the video my truest fan made: Mom.
For those of you who take the time to watch: You deserve all my respect. And a medal.