Today we’ve put the finishing touches on the editing. Now all we need is to plug in the new map, add a few more details to the cover, print ‘er up–and The Glass Bridge will be good to go.
I wish I could go with it.
Whether it’s “Climate Change” alias Global Warming, or “Hands Up, Don’t Shoot,” public affairs today are governed by fictional “narratives”–in plain English, lies. It doesn’t seem to matter that millions of people know they’re lies. We just keep on hearing them.
The Glass Bridge is about going on against all the odds because you believe God’s word. It is a fantasy: a work of fiction intended to evoke a sense of wonder: to tell the truth by means of a parable, while at the same time providing a brief escape from a world in which powerful, influential persons see nothing wrong in telling lies to get what they want from the wider public.
Please do not confuse the work of fantasy writers with the mischief of politicians and noozies. Our work is clearly labeled fiction. Our fiction, if we do our work well, means to lead the reader toward the truth. The politicians and the noozies, following the lead of an academic fad, deny there’s any such thing as truth: but just in case there is, they do their damnedest to steer people away from it.
I don’t know about you, but I’d like more fantasy and less “narrative journalism.”
Did you say “journalism”? I guess that’s correct: a belief in a fantasy. Where in our modern world do we get writers of reality. Oh, I get it. Fiction writers. At least we have been warned!
P. S. I look forward to The Glass Bridge.” Sounds good.
I think you’re going to like it, Dorothy. I even think it’s going to live up to that beautiful cover.
A good example of narrative journalism was the coverage of The March For Our Lives on Saturday. They covered the young people emotionally pleading their case against guns saying the things the journalist wished they were allowed to say\\\ on TV. FYI: the marchers left piles of trash along Pennsylvania Avenue, whereas when Pro-Life marchers and Christian groups assemble they clean up their mess – see anything symbolic in that?
“Narrative journalism” is what they call propaganda when it starts to stink.