steve wrote:aaron wrote:if you think metafiction and the like is played out, i agree with you (though i'd replace "genuine" with something like "insightful"), and therein lies part of why you responded to Endo's book in the way you did (again, more context).
I don't see how a unique insight has any debt to my appreciation of it. I don't see how the room I'm reading a book in (or the education I've had, or the length of my cock) changes the words on the paper. The words are what did it to me, and I only wish I could take some of the credit. I can't.
I feel that a unique insight is important in taking things like this in. in the example of Endo's
Silence, knowledge and education and background may have moved you to bother reading the book in the first place. I'd argue that without an 'enlightened' viewpoint towards culture or art or literature, the book wouldn't have had as profound of an effect.
It's an excellent piece of work, but I feel that for me, because I'm prone to finding works of beauty and wrenching moments particularly moving, I got more out of
Silence than someone who would rather be reading, say
People or
Newsweek or whatever niche of printed word that they fit into. My father, as an example, would most likely find it depressing or morose or uninteresting because it doesn't reflect current politics or issues of the day.
One's personal tastes (which are developed through background and experiences) do play a role in whether or not a piece of written word will have an effect on you regardless of your knowledge of the cultural background of the piece in question. It's not an active role, but something under the skin that makes books like
Silence resonate a lot more strongly.
shagboy wrote:loud music is always more viscerally powerful than soft music. bass is always more thrilling than treble.
No way is this universal. The first thing I recalled was Bonnie Billie's
Raining in Darling, a song so delicate and hazy that it's barely there. A thousand Slints couldn't match the power that song has over me. I don't mean to say volume isn't powerful, but often the lack of being punched in the face with music can be equally, if not more thrilling.
Volume to me is often the heavy handed crutch of those who can't play. Note that I said often. if it's actually good, I don't mind the volume, but there are oodles of bands who only have volume going for them because their music lacks heart or purpose. Loud for Loud's sake? Fuck that.
areopagite wrote:In classical music, virtually any municipality's orchestra could play any number of "classics" to a T. In fact, since they were not meant to be performed by the "artist," there is no inherently correct performance of the work.
Keep in mind that when the original composers played their pieces (say, for piano) emotion and tics showed up. Now that performances of classical music can be oft lumped under "glorified coverband" status the argument has a little merit, but just a little. The pieces you hear aren't necessarily supposed to be rigid (based on the intentions of the long-dead composer) but have been forced to do so for the sake of convention.
I ask you to look at some of the Russian composers. The pieces are supposed to be played with emotive pauses and rests. It's a different school of musical approach than most of the rest of Europe. This of course, is why it shouldn't all be lumped together, but okay.
Faiz
kerble is right.