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Gosh! I really appreciate all these comments - glad to know that people are interested and have something to say/write in response.
Currently I'm reading "Grapes of Wrath" by John Steinbeck, whom I consider an outstanding writer because of his perceptive description of the condition of humanity with all its foibles, insecurities, resilience and compassion. Also, I like the way he wrote without adherence to "prescriptions". His prose is poetic, vivid and gives freedom to thought - his own and those of the reader. I think this passage is timeless.
(Context is people of Oklahoma and surrounding states being evicted from the land and then migrating to California):
"The western land, nervous under the beginning change. The Western States, nervous as horses before a thunderstorm. The great owners, nervous, sensing a change, knowing nothing of the nature of the change. The great owners, striking at the immediate thing, the widening government, the growing labour unity; striking at new taxes, at plans; not knowing these things are results, not causes. Results, not causes; results, not causes. The causes lie deep and simply - the causes are a hunger in a stomach, multiplied a million times; a hunger in a single soul, hunger for joy and some security, multiplied a million times; muscles and mind aching to grow, to work, to create, multiplied a million times. The last clear definite function of man - muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need - this is man. To build a wall, to build a house, a dam, and in the wall and house and dam to put something of Manself, and to Manself take back something of the wall, the house, the dam; to take hard muscles from the lifting, to take the clear lines and form from conceiving. For man, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments. This you may say of man - when theories change and crash, when schools, philosophies, when narrow dark alleys of thought, national, religious, economic, grow and disintegrate, man reaches, stumbles forward, painfully, mistakenly sometimes. Having stepped forward, he may slip back, but only half a step, never the full step back. This you may say and know it and know it. This you may know when prisoners are stuck like pigs, when the crushed bodies drain filthily in the dust. You may know it in this way. If the step were not being taken, if the stumbling-forward ache were not alive, the bombs would not fall, the throats would not be cut. Fear the time when the bombs stop falling while the bombers live - for every bomb is proof that the spirit has not died. And fear the time when the strikes stop while the great owners live - for every little beaten strike is proof that the step is being taken. And this you can know - fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is the foundation of Manself, and this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe."
- Steinbeck, John. The Grapes of Wrath. Middlesex: Penguin Books, 1939, pp. 137-138.
That is a fascinating insight.
All: Writing about what you don’t know, or haven’t experienced, reminds me of a series of books, written in German, about an American frontiersman called Venitu. These novels are as popular in Germany as Zane Gray, and Louis Lamar in this country. But, I eventually learned that the author of the Venitu books never set foot in the western hemisphere. Everything he wrote about Indians and the American culture, even the code of the west, was all 2nd hand or imaginary. Yet, several of his books have been made into movies. FYI.
In my next life lol, I want to be smart, venerable, and kind to all mankind.
It also confirms my idea of my Islam story mixing facts with fiction.
What intrigues me about writing is we can write anywhere, about anyone and write about anything.
True freedom of exoression without boundaries!