Fiction is ‘magnificently useless’, but the act of creation and the pleasure of reading are incomparable human joys that we should savour.
Art is useless, at least when compared, say, to the work of a plumber, or a doctor, or a railroad engineer. But is uselessness a bad thing? Does a lack of practical purpose mean that books and paintings and string quartets are simply a waste of our time?
I have spent my life in conversations with people I have never seen, with people I will never know and I hope to continue until the day I stop breathing.
It’s the only job I’ve ever wanted.
These are just some of the intriguing ideas you will be reading in the article attached below. I am indepted to my colleague Paola, who coming across it, kindly thought of sharing it with us. Thank you Paola!
Guess who the writer is! That was not difficult, was it? I would really appreciate if you responded to the article and expressed your ideas. Do you agree or disagree with what the writer claims? What does the main idea expounded in the article remind you of/make you think of?