No worries, Mattis. Your summation was beautiful, and a hell of a lot more clear than my own. Thanks for the assist. Bye for now. --steve On Fri, 6 Aug 1999, Mattis Fishman wrote: > Hello friends, > > Jim reponded to Steven's post: > > J: I've done a lot of semi-autobiographical stuff myself, and no matter how > J: close to the real details I get, it's still not me. > > Which seems to be in response to this sentiment: > > S: ... Buddy suddenly understood that reading > S: anything anyone has ever written, no matter how "superficial" (sp) is > S: like reading a diary. > > Pardon me if I missed the boat here, but you did not really indicate > what triggered your response, Jim. > > In my view, though, Steven made his statement more powerful when he added: > > S: When you're writing a storypoempaintingsongart like this, this close to the > S: bone, you're not just writing down your thoughts, you're writing your > S: thoughts themselves. > > I realize that I am chopping a lot away here, but to me the question is > not so much the literary "how much can we infer from the works about the > author?" which might focus on whether the words, events and viewpoints > expressed in a story correspond to the author's own, but rather the raw > realization that even the fictional words that may have no resemblance > to actual people and events, are the thoughts, the intellectual offspring > of their creator, who has therefore laid out a piece of himself on the > page. In that sense, then, your work may not resemble you, but it *is* > inescapably you. > > Please pardon me, Steven, if I put words into your mouth or do you > an injustice with my interpretation. > > all the best, > Mattis >