Reading Henry James over twenty years ago... I recall the scent and light quality of certain rooms he described as part of the consciousness of the protagonists. He succeeded in stretching time back on itself for a girl in her bedroom in the 1990's and again as I write the memory.
"..it would entail a shift in our perspective, a new way of seeing." By reading such authors as James at my lowest ebb they temporarily lifted me out of personal hell and showed me worlds through their perspectives. I used to think by reading their work I was 'collecting their consciousness.' Still a fair assessment I suppose.
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Reading Henry James over twenty years ago... I recall the scent and light quality of certain rooms he described as part of the consciousness of the protagonists. He succeeded in stretching time back on itself for a girl in her bedroom in the 1990's and again as I write the memory.
"..it would entail a shift in our perspective, a new way of seeing." By reading such authors as James at my lowest ebb they temporarily lifted me out of personal hell and showed me worlds through their perspectives. I used to think by reading their work I was 'collecting their consciousness.' Still a fair assessment I suppose.