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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!

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Written by kowsik

December 22, 2008 at 17:19

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  1. I think that he went overboard with the post. In much the same way in which Wilde went when he remarked ‘Life imitates art.’ But I’m ready to give them their artistic licenses, especially because both of them occur to me as aesthetes which although is a different philosophy but, nevertheless, is as right as realism. Their statements are not false. They are true within their own realms but their importance is not in them being true or false. It’s in their ability of jolting us out of our sleeps and ponder over the domains in which such evidently preposterous statements are valid.

    You are simply lying when you say that there isn’t an artist in you. Ask your advisor :)! Anyway, I feel one of the most important function of art is to take us out of our comfort zones and think. Leads to development I believe. Therefore the campy remarks of both Wilde and Fry are doing pretty much the same thing that the philosophies of Dostoevesky and Hesse do. They all perform exactly the same function that Dan Brown or Chetan Bhagat (why oh! why am I mentioning him) never can. None of them is universally right. Just like none of them is universally wrong. But what they’re definitely not is insipid.

    Ankit

    January 5, 2009 at 13:15

  2. ‘may be’ dude, may be. Vanity is one sin that I don’t want to give up. Not yet!

    kowsik

    January 5, 2009 at 15:55

  3. Being a Oscar Wilde fan… i thoroughly enjoy the humour he indulges in.. .call it art or whatever 🙂

    Dwiti

    January 6, 2009 at 05:50

  4. Everytime I begin to think on what art is, I am made to realize that some things are best left undefined 🙂

    kowsik

    January 6, 2009 at 13:14

  5. art? What art that?

    onechance

    January 19, 2009 at 21:38


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