Mario Vargas Llosa writes in “Why Literature?”, his 2001 essay for The New Republic, that “literary illusion lifts and transports us outside of history, and we become citizens in a timeless land, and in this way immortal.” Though Vargas Llosa is specifically referring to literary fiction, the same feeling pervades Carl Dennis’s extraordinary thirteenth collection…
To be honest with everyone and especially myself I have never been into literature. I have concentrated my readings and writings on the here and now. If I can feel it; see it and touch it, I feel comfortable dealing with it.
This post opened my eyes to a different way of interacting with my surroundings. I have always known that my imagination, creative and otherwise, needed revamping. I shied away from fiction in the hopes of not having to involve my emotions to comprehend what I was writing.
In his post, John S. O’Connor eloquently and in language that even I can understand offers critiques of Carl Dennis’ Night School. O’Connor compares Dennis’ writing style to the styles of other literary greats. Upon ready the last sentence of the post, I wanted to secure a copy of Night School.
I recommend that you read O’Connor’s post. Let your imagination run wild though under intellectual control.