A Solitary Enterprise

[thisnewday]

To date, I've made several attempts to write about what I'm currently reading, the three novellas that make up James Harrison's book, Legends of the Fall.

But everything I've written so far reads like a freshman essay for Intro to Lit. And so these abortive starts remain unread, beneath the single staring eye of LJ's privacy symbol.

Part of it may be that I need to read more of Harrison's work and thereby become more certain of my own understanding of his unique voice and approach to fiction.

Another possibility is that James Harrison is destined to become my last, great, unencumbered adventure in reading, the ressurection of something which began and ended many years ago when I loved it purely as a passtime. If that's it, I'm fine with it, look forward to it, welcome it. I just won't, necessarily, be sharing my response to it.

Because reading, in its earliest moments, is a solitary enterprise, a private conversation between the writer and his audience of one.

Or maybe, like I previously said, I just need more time. Because, in the meantime, I've come to enjoy the sharing of it...

LPK
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4.22.2016