Over on BookRiot Greg Zimmerman praises the power of ficiton:
I get really angry when someone says they don’t read fiction because it’s all made up and “not real.” Bullshit! Nothing is more real than fiction. Nothing helps us make sense of the real world more than fiction. Nothing instills in us empathy for others like fiction. As David Foster Wallace said, “Fiction’s about what it is to be a fucking human being.” That’s my favorite quote of all time, because nothing more true has ever been said.
He’s right, you know.
Writing on The New Yorker‘s Page-Turner blog, novelist Keith Ridgway takes an approach that’s a bit different from Zimmerman’s (above) but that arrives at a similar conclusion:
And I mean that—everything is fiction. When you tell yourself the story of your life, the story of your day, you edit and rewrite and weave a narrative out of a collection of random experiences and events. Your conversations are fiction. Your friends and loved ones—they are characters you have created. And your arguments with them are like meetings with an editor—please, they beseech you, you beseech them, rewrite me. You have a perception of the way things are, and you impose it on your memory, and in this way you think, in the same way that I think, that you are living something that is describable. When of course, what we actually live, what we actually experience—with our senses and our nerves—is a vast, absurd, beautiful, ridiculous chaos.
So I love hearing from people who have no time for fiction. Who read only biographies and popular science. I love hearing about the death of the novel. I love getting lectures about the triviality of fiction, the triviality of making things up. As if that wasn’t what all of us do, all day long, all life long. Fiction gives us everything. It gives us our memories, our understanding, our insight, our lives. We use it to invent ourselves and others. We use it to feel change and sadness and hope and love and to tell each other about ourselves. And we all, it turns out, know how to do it.
No surprise here: James Patterson tops Forbes’s list of top-earning authors.
Others on the list include Stephen King, Janet Evanovich, John Grisham, Nora Roberts, and Danielle Steel.
Publishers Weekly reminds us that some writers never quit their day jobs: William Carlos Williams, Wallace Stevens, Chris Adrian, Tomas Transtromer, Lewis Carroll, and Herman Melville.
The Guardian reports that a statue of Agatha Christie will be installed in London’s theater district. It will be unveiled on November 25 this year, to mark the 60th anniversary of The Mousetrap.
Los Angeles Times book critic David L. Ulin describes himself as “dubious” about the recent choice of John Banville to revive Raymond Chandler’s detective Philip Marlowe. Banville will publish the book as Benjamin Black, the pseudonym under which he publishes his mystery fiction.