“Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The goal of some fiction writers is to tell a story.
Some fiction writers endeavor for the truth.
How do you tell the truth when you are essentially lying? Does the writer believe that he or she can grasp those gossamer strands of impression and weave them into something that is not only coherent, but also suitably written? Does the writer expect to discover some indivisible unit of the essential human experience? Should probably not think about it.
What is truth? Pontius Pilate supposedly posed the question famously to his wife. It sounds like a dramatically delivered line in a work of fiction. And maybe it was. All the world is a stage, the old Englishman's cliche'.
Gimme some truth John Hurt. You beautiful, beautiful man.
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