a reply to: PrairieShepherd
This part, which I didn't respond to earlier:
I think - and this is pure speculation - that it is in part because when I read, I hear voices in my head. That is to say, I hear the
words I'm reading as audible in my head. My wife thinks I'm nuts, but it's exactly why she reads books about 40x as fast as I do - I have to move at
the pace of the words in my head. She just inputs the words visually, not aurally.
I am exactly the same. When I am reading a good story, I hear it all. And if they pause to look at the landscape (or whatever), so do I. I live the
story in my mind. I cannot read a good story quickly, purely because of this. For me, it's all real-time.
I recall a scene in Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre
. I have long considered this woman one of the greatest geniuses of writing.
There is a scene where Jane was put off the coach because she couldn't pay enough money to travel further and then had to spend a night out in the
cold and dark, hungry and alone, shivering and frightened. I was devastatingly real.
Those images that Charlotte Brontë crafted in words for us, all those years ago, affected me so much that I had to wait until the next day to read
on. That scene stayed with me all night and haunted my dreams.
That's how great a writer she was. And with her exquisite dialogue, I heard every word, every lilt, every gasp -- and every sob.
Oh, to have just a fraction of the talent she was gifted! That story has been imitated a million times, but never, ever equalled. And always when I
read it, at least once every two years, I hear them speak. It is a truly beautiful story.
These days some might say, "Oh, Jane Eyre? it's a cliche." But they're wrong. When Charlotte wrote this, it was original. It was incredibly bold; her
story delved into the characters' minds like no-one had ever done before. It was pure genius and incredibly beautiful. And even 160 years after it was
published, that beauty and those voices still live.
This is the dream, Shep. To be able to leave something for others who will live after we have gone. Oh, how I wish for this! Inventions and gadgets
will come and go, but words from the mind? And music, which is thought in tone rather than words? We are still using words and thoughts and sounds
first evinced by some who created them generations ago!
But it's just how some of us are: we hear
them. We hear these voices, just as some composers can read sheet music and hear the orchestra -- a
skill that is beyond me. We hear these people's voices because those writers wrote voices that we could believe in.
I always hear them when I write, or more correctly, before
I write, because I write their dialogue as if I'm taking dictation. I hear them; I
see them; they are utterly real to me. They have
to be! Because if we do not believe in them as real, and see and hear them as real, how can
others feel what we do?
edit on 23/3/17 by JustMike because: I think it was typos and things like that.