It All Depends

on your point of view.

Wise words, I suppose. So let me do a little thinking about Point of View. Or, P.O.V., as we writers say.

Every story that's told is from someone's point of view. Even works of non-fiction are told from the point of view of the writer, who sifts through mounds and mounds of information and selects those pieces that fit, in some crucial way, into the telling of the tale. Everyone from Herodotus to Gibbon to Caro, from Dante to Melville to George R.R. Martin, has a tale to tell. And every one of them has a point of view.

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Emerson - A Man Before the Verge

I recently finished reading through The Essential Writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson (Modern Library Classics) , and it wasn't exactly a romp, let me tell you. I bought it while visiting the homes of American literary figures in New England a few years back. Frost at one of Robert Frost's houses. Dickinson, in Amherst. Longfellow in Cambridge. And Emerson - at his home in Concord. And once having bought, I had to read. Read more about Emerson - A Man Before the Verge



By leaning over the garden wall, I could scratch with my finger the poultry-house roof. The Upper Garden overlooked the Lower Garden - a warm, confined enclosure reserved for the cultivation of augergines and pimentos - where the smell of tomato leaves mingled in July with that of the apricots ripening on the walls. In the Upper Garden were two twin firs, a walnut-tree whose intolerant shade killed any flowers beneath it, some rose-bushes, a neglected lawn and a dilapidated arbour.

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