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Fry, Stephen Bheja

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“Insane. That’s what Stephen Fry is!”

If there is any one thought that descends on me as heavily as anything that usually depresses anyone with it’s weight, it is the above exclamation of surrender every time I read anything written by Stephen Fry. It’s not just that he writes in a manner not very much unlike the way water flows, sliding along the path of the shortest, damned-well fastest, descent — it is possible to imagine someone born with a command over language that Fry has — thankfully it is much more than that. Reading his articles sets us off on a line of thought, and all of a sudden there comes a line that stops us blind: facing the realization that Fry had anticipated the lines of thought that the reader is drawing in his mind while reading the article that he, Fry, was writing whenever he was writing that article.

Before you ask “Why?”, the cause for this panegyric was this article by Fry on Wilde & Chekhov, where he explains and demonstrates what it is that make artists like Wilde & Chekhov:

A paradox is that it seems harder to penetrate one’s own mind, participate in one’s own experience and discover one’s own feelings than those of another.

… …

Everything we know may be wrong, but art helps us believe that…

Everything we feel is right.

But, how do we know what we feel? Is that why we need art? Midway through the same article, he explains the wilderness that is Wilde

Because Wilde was an artist he saw the artist in everyone. He believed that Christ was an artist and that Satan was an artist. He believes that you and I are artists too.

About Fry, he may be rightest; about me, he may be wrongest!

Written by kowsik

December 22, 2008 at 17:19