January 06, 2008
I’ve been thinking about the power of fiction, or the power of good writing, to transport us to another time.
A talented writer can remove us from our dreary, repetitious lives with a well-wrought scene or a fully realized character.
Or simply a single object.
For me, this happened recently while reading Josh Henkin’s wonderful novel Matrimony.
A main character reminisces about a cafe with a backward clock.
Simple as that and there I went.
When I was in fifth grade in Florida, my friend Greg Mullen was the coolest, most suave guy around. He had an inground pool, he belonged to a tennis club, he went scuba diving, he wore a leather jacket, his parents drove matching Volvos (the oddest looking cars on the block back in the early ’70s).