Musings: Voices

Little, Big is filled with haunting voices; Before Sunrise is one long conversation; Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita probably has the most talkative narrative voice in literature – three details that mean so much to me now, that would have meant very little a decade back. Then, I preferred the clever plots of Agatha Christie, the tech jargon loaded thrillers of Michael Crichton, and the narrative thrust of the Lord of the Rings and Asimov’s Foundation series; Ann Fadiman, Alexander McCall Smith, Alberto Manguel, Umberto Eco, A. S. Byatt, John Crowley, Michael Dirda, Orhan Pamuk, Calvino, and Borges were nonentities. Hard to believe that there was such a time – a time when I was more interested in rapidly flitting images, rather than words, sentences, and voices. Now, at this Aleph moment, a moment that contains the whole world within itself, I hear an eternal organ playing out a complex fugue of melodic voices, in a monumental Gothic Cathedral of words and ideas.

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