Readers and Writers (1917-1921)Orage, A. R. (Alfred Richard)
History
Readers and Writers (1917-1921)
Orage, A. R. (Alfred Richard)
Literature, Modern -- History and criticism
personal expression that provokes and inspires personal expression,
from newspapers one can derive no stimulus to literature, but only the
opposite, a disrelish and a distaste.
How to recover one’s health after newspaper poisoning is a problem.
To plunge back forthwith into books was for me an impossibility. It
was necessary to begin again from the very beginning and gradually to
accustom myself to the taste for literature again. Re-arranging my
books, and throwing away the certainly-done with was, I found, as useful
a preliminary tonic as any other I could devise. In particular there
is a satisfaction in throwing out books which makes this medicine as
pleasant as it is tonic. It visibly reduces the amount left to be read;
there is then not so much on one’s plate that the appetite revolts at
the prospect. And who can throw away a book without glancing into it to
make sure that it will never again be wanted? Picking and tasting in this
indeliberate way, the invalid appetite is half coaxed to sit up and take
proper nourishment. This destruction and reconstruction I certainly found
recovering, and I can, therefore, commend them to be included in the
pharmacopæias.
Another nourishing exercise when you are in this state is the overhauling
of your accumulations of memoranda, cuttings and note-books. I have
sat for hours during the last few days, like a beaver unbuilding its
dam, turning out with a view to destroying their contents, drawer after
drawer and shelf upon shelf. It is fatal to set about the operation with
any tenderness. Your aim must be to destroy everything which does not
command you to spare it. The tragic recklessness of the procedure is the
virtue of the medicine. As a matter of fact there is little or nothing
now left in my drawers for future use. Nearly all my paper-boats have
been burned, including some three-decked galleons which were originally
designed to bring me fame. No matter; the Rubicon is crossed, and to be
on the other side of newspaper with no more than a thin portfolio of
notes is to have escaped cheaply.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account