You know, I am minded of Bill Bailey impersonating Chris de Burgh at this point. You'll see why with the video link.
|I don't care that the NSDAP were totally and|
irredeemably misogynistic, I happen to agree
with the apparent message about motherhood
being an acceptable and powerful thing.
|Is no one else getting chills from this? It's just awesome.|
|If you haven't, read this. Or see the|
film, both work.
|The cover is beautiful too. Haunted|
me for months.
Now the literary beauty. There is a beauty in novels and in writing in general that I find incomparable. It is not a visual thing, per se, but a thing of the mind. I can no more describe what happens when I read than I can write a shower but I do know that both the shower and the reading are immersive experiences when they are beautiful and are as life affirming as anything else that I know. I submit to you the novel K-PAX as a good example of this. It is a wonderful piece of literature, in the populist sense, that tells a story and weaves it so well that you end up living the novel rather than simply reading it. I can recall putting it down and wondering what the characters were doing in the moments when I was not reading about their lives. I can remember how it completely changed the way I was interacting with the people around me because in the back of my mind I was living as if the whole thing was completely real and ongoing when I got home. I didn't read the book, I took holidays from the world it invoked when I went to work. This was much the same sensation that I had when I was reading The Time Traveller's Wife too. Here the language that was employed did the trick of making me want to keep reading and did so in such a way as to bring home to me the power of the story and the rawness of the emotions contained within. Its non-linear approach and the ability to drop me into the plot wherever it wanted made me respect it. This was a novel I even read aloud to my then partner, Toby, and I don't really do reading aloud (well, I do now, with my children, but I never really did before). It was a novel that stood the test of being read aloud and stood the test of me being the one doing it. For these reasons they would be considered beautiful but there was so much more to them that I simply fail at describing.
Beauty, it is an ephemeral thing.
Oh, the video link: