A memoirist in one of my online classes was trying to write about the sadness she felt at her father’s unexpected death. Her feedback group gave her an unexpected response: while it was clear she was very sad, when they heard her speak of his death, her feelings on the page were abstract, hard to really grasp.
“They don’t feel any of the sadness I feel,” she told me. She cried as she wrote, so this bland response confused her.
When I read the chapter, I too noticed how distant the writing felt. My take-away was an almost-intellectual sorrow, a wistfulness. Not a strong emotion.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Posts
