Can I get a witness? Yes, we do just as this post suggests. Especially the part about ignoring the elephant in the room by way of believing all interpersonal problems will resolve themselves if we just ignore them long enough . . . (that is enough to make this Northern-reared girl crazy. There is nothing attractive about passive-aggressive behavior).
Turns out that those who tried to read without looking for symbolism in great books may have been on the right track!
You always wondered if your college lit professor was just making crap up.
Turns out, maybe they were.
This article from The Paris Review offers a revealing take by many famous authors on how much symbolism played a part in their work.
Their comments were prompted by a letter from a 16-year-old Bruce McCallister in 1963. He was tired of the constant find-the-symbolism game in English class, so he took it upon himself to ask them what the big deal was with symbolism.
He mailed a simple four-question survey to more than 150 novelists. About half of them responded. The responses were varied, but most of the authors seemed to think symbolism is overanalyzed. Their comments were awesome:
The survey included the following questions:
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I finished the Band of Brothers series on video last night. It was clearly HBO’s finest hour!
I love the personal touch. Never have I seen so eloquently the fact that history is a very large river made up of the smaller trickles and streams of everyone’s personal story!
I love that the producers (Tom Hanks, whom I learned is a huge World War II buff, and Stephen Spielberg, who has produced some epics about World War II already in the past) took very little creative license with the stories of the individual men of Easy Company, 101st Airborne.
If a man lost a leg in a specific battle in real life, that is how it happened in the film.
In fact, the most interesting part of the entire series was the documentary at the end in which the survivors were interviewed and gave more details of their individual stories.
I wept as they introduced the real Major Winters, who remained lifelong best friends with Lieutenant Nixon, and even moved to New Jersey so he could work for Lieutenant Nixon in the factory he inherited from his father.
The men of Easy Company have held annual reunions, along with their families, ever since the war ended. Can we even fathom an annual reunion that has lasted for almost 70 years so far?
Since Easy Company was the assault company of their battalion, they saw some things they still cannot express, especially in the Battle of the Bulge, where they lived in foxholes in the Ardennes Forest for a winter. Even a documentary cannot get some words past their lips. And many wept as they spoke, even after almost 70 years. These men, who refer to themselves as ordinary and to those who died as heroes, gave the best of their youth to their country. Many entered the Army at age 17 or 18 and served for at least the next three years.
Often life is so much fuller with warmth and love and heroism than fiction ever could be!