Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another’s skin, another’s voice, another’s soul.
-Joyce Carol Oates
I was lucky enough to hear Oates speak about writing on a visit she had to Rome, see my earlier post .
This quote raises thought-provoking questions about why we read (and write).
Surely, slipping into the mind, the thoughts, and the soul of another human being, even if fictional, is large part of the appeal.
How many times have I been haunted by thoughts or ideas of characters who were brought to life for me from the inanimate page? How often have they lived on for days or weeks, or even emerged years later, in my memory?
How often do we get that chance in life, to fully slip into then soul of another person (even if fictional)? It’s a powerful experience, and one that opens our horizons as individuals.
What do you think, readers (and writers)? Are there certain characters that truly come alive for you and live on in your mind long after you’ve read the last page of their stories? Are there characters you’ve created whose voices continue to speak in your head?