I am scared of reading classic literature. I am too much into non-fiction & that proves a definite hindrance in liking literary narrations. Besides, I read so much by contemporary writers and the english writing style has undergone such metamorphosis over the last couple of centuries that I feel a strange fear of not comprehending classic literature that is widely acclaimed to be a treasure. I'm apprehensive because I might suddenly find myself too dumb to grasp it. Something similar happens when I write. Rather when I deter myself from writing. Again it's the fright of revealing to myself how miserable a writer I am.
For a change though, my curiosity won over my apprehensions. I began reading Dickens. A tale of Two cities. I haven't even gone 50 pages into the book byt I must admit I am already in love with his approach. Rather than narrating events frame by frame helping the reader form cinematic images, he concentrates more on expressions and emotions obviously the factors that appeal to him the most. Like Monet. Like other impressionists.
I just hope my patience with the ancient writing style is strong enough to help me read the whole book. Or my curiosity wins over my boredom of the long, twisted & creepy sentences.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
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