like the artist Ed Kuris
March 27, 2013
“a truly great English novel, one that explores the intersection of individual psychology and wider politics. With a vast array of characters, and richly overflowing with incident, it peels back history to show us Tudor England as a half-made society, moulding itself with great passion and suffering and courage.”
I read this on the blurb of a new novel. (It doesn’t matter what novel except to the author and his publisher.) There’s something wrong here. Close to fantasy. A novel never peels back history. As if history were an orange. And societies are not half-made. Society is a term in a sociology textbook. It does not exist like the artist Ed Kuris.
We are the victims of metaphors. (I suppose victim is a metaphor.) We do not just use them, we believe them. They become the jargon of saying something important when we aren’t saying anything at all.