Pinter iv
When you are writing a work of fiction, you’re inhabiting a very different kind of world from the world we actually live in every day of the week. It’s simply different, the world of imagination. You can’t make those determinations–about truth and lies–in what we loosely call a work of art. You’ve got to be open and explore. You’ve got to let the world find itself, speak for itself. Whereas, in the actual, practical, concrete world in which we live, it’s very easy, from my point of view, to see a distinction between what is true and what is false. Most of what we’re told is false. And the truth is, on the whole, hidden and has to be excavated and presented and confronted, all along the line.
But I think that even now what I’m saying is perhaps a little too hard and fast. There are, of course, correspondences between art and life, as there should be. There have to be. Otherwise, what does art mean? But it’s very complex, the world of our imagination, and human life is very, very complex. Political issues don’t seem to me to be at all complex.
[x]#1480 fan woensdag 19 oktober 2005 @ 22:53:33
