NYT, 6/15: Colum McCann writes movingly about meeting his grandfather at a nursing home in London–“for the first and last time.” Only when McCann read Joyce’s Ulysses later in life did he really get to know the grandfather, who “emerged” from the novel. McCann quotes Nabokov on storytelling (see below), but he draws some conclusions that move us away from the point made in the passage. Isn’t Nabokov telling us how words can turn into wands, transforming the ordinary into something exquisite, incandescent, and unforgettable? McCann tells us instead about how we can enter story worlds, breathing their air and inhabiting their reality.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/16/opinion/16mccann.html
Vladimir Nabokov once said that the purpose of storytelling is “to portray ordinary objects as they will be reflected in the kindly mirrors of future times; to find in the objects around us the fragrant tenderness that only posterity will discern and appreciate in far-off times when every trifle of our plain everyday life will become exquisite and festive in its own right: the times when a man who might put on the most ordinary jacket of today will be dressed up for an elegant masquerade.”
This is the function of books — we learn how to live even if we weren’t there. Fiction gives us access to a very real history. Stories are the best democracy we have. We are allowed to become the other we never dreamed we could be.