The classic realist novel seems unaware of its complicity with the forces of falsehood. It provides pseudo-nutrition whilst confusing rather than clarifying our relation to the world. It propagates a false view of life which stops us from seeing life as it really is. What is the relation between literature and life?
There is a good argument for saying that it is narrative which actually makes us human. Human existence is a fabric stitched from stories. The question: who are you? can only be answered by telling a story. Although it is humans who make up stories, it is also stories that make up humans. In this way human life is inherently storied; a life on the way to narrative arrives when told in a story. On this view without the ability to tell or listen to stories we would no longer be human. Continue reading