I am currently reading a play called The Cat On A Hot Tin Roof. It has been written by Tennessee Williams who won a Pulitzer prize for it in 1955. It supposed to be a must read in the modern classics genre and thanks to the friend who introduced me to it, I have finally come around to reading it.
At the time of writing this post, I am just a few minutes into reading the book so I have not yet reached a point where I can draw conclusions or develop opinions about it. But before I started reading the actual story, I came across something that hit me right in that sweet spot called the ‘Identity Crisis’.
The writer, Tennessee Williams has given us a Person-to-Person at the beginning of the book. In it, I came across what I thought was possibly one of the truest words ever written about writing. It is the kind of truth whose characteristic of being true stems not from facts and figures, but from its ability to ring true to the ones who are familiar with the burden of identifying themselves as writers.
There is too much to say and not enough time to say it. Nor is there power enough. I am not a good writer. Sometimes I am a very bad writer indeed. There is hardly a successful writer in the field who cannot write circles around me…but I think of writing as something more organic than words, something closer to being and action… I have never for once doubted that there are people- millions!- to say things to. We come to each other, gradually, but with love. It is the short reach of my arms that hinders, not the length and multiplicity of theirs. With love and with honesty, the embrace is inevitable.
The beauty of these lines is that, somehow, it is able to articulate and encompass the feelings that come to mind when one tries to identify as a writer. Especially at the beginning of the journey. Interestingly enough, these are the words that Williams refers to when he is talking about the beginning of his own journey, which he describes as “the time when I would first catch and hold an audience’s attention..”
I am very excited about reading this book. It will be my second book in this genre after Arthur Miller’s Death Of A Salesman. I think I have stumbled onto a very interesting time period with regards to books and authors.