Perhaps it also tells us something about Janet Malcolm, and maybe something about writers — and the rest of us. Just because it is hard to depict goodness is no reason not to try. In fact, you would think it would be the ultimate challenge.What she found instead is that Sischy was, to put it simply, a good person: “a pleasant, intelligent, unassuming, responsible, ethical young woman.” Naturally, Malcolm concludes, “I . . . turned away in disappointment.”The paradox is so familiar that it barely needs remarking: goodness, which we praise so highly in life, is infertile terrain for a writer, whether a novelist or a journalist.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
… ‘Forty-One False Starts,’ by Janet Malcolm - NYTimes.com. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)