Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
When you
think about it, reading fiction is kind of odd.
We voluntarily suspend disbelief and allow our minds to become part of
an alternate reality. For a few hours, we jump into life events in another
place and time while embracing the worldview of characters who may be very different from us. It’s an escape from the present moment that
is kind of like an island stopover between the lands of waking and dreaming. Even
though our intellectual minds are in control of the whole process, there is a
sense in which our imaginations open us to a dream world where fantasy and
reality intersect.
When we
close the book, we must re-focus on our own lives, but something has changed. The
remnants of the novel’s events or atmosphere tend to linger on, affecting our
mood and even our outlook on life. Good fiction quite often inspires a sense of
unrest in our minds, as we try to come to terms with a new understanding of human existence. That’s usually a good thing, but how it affects us depends on what
types of characters the author has created and what philosophy of life drives
their attitudes and behaviour.
We may come
away from some novels feeling just terrible. A certain dark cynicism or fear tries
to creep in, pushing Godly hope into the background. Alternatively, it is
wonderful if the writer has, in some subtle way, woven God threads into the
fabric of the story. Even a tiny spark of redemptive love or surprising joy in
the midst of despair can make the human spirit sing.
Gore Vidal
once made an intriguing comment:
“Writing fiction has become a priestly business in countries that have lost their faith.”
There’s a lot of truth in
that. In Canada, it seems that the
majority of people consider spirituality to be a side issue.The general
cultural message is, “Follow whatever god
you wish, but don’t bring your faith into the public square.”

