Story is what can be taken out of the fiction and made into a movie. Story is what you tell people when they embarrass you by asking what your novel is about. Story is what you do to clean up life and make God into a good burgher who manages the world like a business. History is often written as a story so that it can seem to have a purpose, to be on its way somewhere; because stories deny that life is no more than an endlessly muddled middle; they beg each length of it to have a beginning and end like a ballgame or a banquet. Stories are sneaky justifications.
—William Gass, “Finding a Form,” Finding A Form: Essays (Knopf, 1996)
Showing posts with label middle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label middle. Show all posts
11.16.2022
5.24.2020
sum of its parts
A great first line and a fine ending, with all the chutes & ladders lines in between.
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chutes,
ending,
first line,
ladders,
middle
9.24.2019
after dante
In the middle of the poem which is life I found myself within a dark woods.
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dark woods,
found,
life,
middle
8.18.2017
5.24.2016
not random
The middle of the poem was so messed up you believed the poet must have a plan.
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composition,
messed up,
middle,
plan
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