{"id":30,"date":"2002-05-19T15:32:25","date_gmt":"2002-05-19T22:32:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/?p=30"},"modified":"2002-05-19T15:32:25","modified_gmt":"2002-05-19T22:32:25","slug":"truth-is-stranger-than-fiction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/2002\/05\/truth-is-stranger-than-fiction\/","title":{"rendered":"TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION<\/p>\n<p>I have rented a book on tape from the library. I thought it would be nice, since I had a lot of housework to do, to listen to a story. I found one by Ralph Ellison, <i>Juneteenth<\/i>. It is a really good recording; they even gave a little introduction to the book before they started.<\/p>\n<p>It turns out that Ellison had been working on this book for 40 years, and had not finished it at the time of his death. I read his fabulous novel, <i>The Invisible Man<\/i>. If you haven&#8217;t read it, it is a really good treatment of race relations and experience in the 60s.<\/p>\n<p>I wondered about why he would have taken 40 years, and not finished Juneteenth.  It seemed like he might have finished it a long time ago, and published it during his lifetime.<\/p>\n<p>But then I began to think about what The Invisible Man was about, and I thought&#8230;Hmm&#8230;It could be scary to write a book that other people don&#8217;t like.<\/p>\n<p>I remembered Martin Luther King Jr. I remembered Malcolm X. They were killed for talking about things that other people didn&#8217;t like. And they are not the only examples.<\/p>\n<p>But this is only a book. Why would anyone be scared of a book?<\/p>\n<p>Here is something Joseph Conrad wrote:<\/p>\n<p><i>Fiction is history, human history, or it is nothing. But it is also more than that; it stands on firmer ground, being based on the reality of forms and the observation of social phenomena, whereas history is based on documents, and the reading of print and handwriting&#8212;on the second-hand impression. Thus, fiction is nearer truth. But let that pass. A historian may be an artist too, and a novelist is a historian, the preserver, the keeper, the expounder, of human experience.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Books can be more powerful than real life, sometimes. They focus your attention on the details that are important, at least, the ones deemed important to the message.<\/p>\n<p>Stories, writing, is powerful, and can move people and shape culture. What if some of those people are extremely unwilling to be moved? Books can be revolutionary, and in revolution, there are casualties.<\/p>\n<p>I remember the stories of Salman Rushdie, after he wrote the Satanic Verses.  It was a book that raised a question about Islamic doctrine, and he suffered for it. His life was threatened; he had to go into hiding. He survived all the threats, but his wife couldn&#8217;t take it anymore and left him.<\/p>\n<p>What about Galileo? He wrote a revolutionary book about science, and was imprisoned.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know why Ralph Ellison waited to publish Juneteenth. Maybe he just was being a perfectionist. But just thinking about it, makes me realize again that the power of a book, to change the life of many people or just one, is not insignificant.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION I have rented a book on tape from the library. I thought it would be nice, since I had a lot of housework to do, to listen to a story. 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