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5 Bits Of Writing Advice From Iris Murdoch
Iris Murdoch was born on 15 July 1919 and died on 8 February 1999. In this post, we share five insightful pieces of writing advice from the award-winning novelist and philosopher.
In this post, we share five insightful pieces of writing advice from Iris Murdoch, the award-winning novelist and philosopher.
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"The time of the angel" (Iris Murdoch)
Het volgende boek van Iris Murdoch dat ik ga lezen is “The time of the angel”. Het is uitgegeven bij Chatto and Windus in 1966 en mijn exemplaar is afkomstig uit de London Burough of Sutton Public Library, met als datum 27 september 1966. Ik neem aan dat deze datum dan in aanmerking komt voor “op deze dag”? vroeg ik aan chatgpt… (more…)
Can we ever see another person clearly, or do we merely see our own desires reflected back at us? Discover how Iris Murdoch joined philosophy, psychology, and fiction in the modern English novel.
Iris Murdoch, July 15, 1919 – February 8, 1999.
there's this quote in penance by eliza clarke:
"I really think hell is real [...] but I think we make it. I think people create tiny hells. Little pocket dimensions, little hell dimensions. You can physically and literally enter hell."
it describes something I adore in books, which is when you spend a lot of a book learning how people behave and what their environments are like. circumstance start to build up, there are a lot of moving pieces. then the established pieces collide to create an unusual situation — maybe physically unusual, but more essentially emotionally complex, usually dissonant. and iris murdoch is so good at creating these magnificent ironical setpieces where you see the emotional contradictions of her characters laid plain, often in monstrous acts of cruelty committed by wilfully ignorant oafs. taken in isolation, these are absurd. indeed, they are also absurd in context, but most importantly, they are essentially plausible, even as they escalate into further extremity. delightful.
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i have tonsillitis. my body is taking the piss. but the black prince is so good. so bleak and sad and good. i want to give bradley pearson my tonsilitis i think it would be funny
i'm finding the iris murdoch books i read so funny. a severed head was like turtles all the way down but it was just affair after affair after affair well past the point of absurdity. Great fun. like stacking plot elements in a big tower until it gloriously collapsed under its own weight. but it was still such a tower to look at and think about!
then the sea, the sea is just hilarious. we've got the worst food opinions you've heard in your life delivered with absolute confidence in massive frequencies, constantly, constituting a huge part of the text. while offering us such wisdom as Never Fry Courgettes this guy, the worst guy you've ever met, is tormented by his ex pretending to be a ghost (she broke his fugly vase!). while this is happening he's breaking up one of his other ex's queerplatonic life partnerships by stealing the gay guy to be his house serf. at the same time, he's tracked down his childhood sweetheart and he Will Ruin Her Life by "rescuing her" from her marriage of 40 years no matter what she says. this is such a bad idea that the ghost roleplaying ex agrees to stop sabotaging his life if he tells her all the gossip about it, because it's so evident that it will end terribly and probably be worse than any terrorism she could inflict on him. every now and then another character shows up like the cousin who used to have a pony when they were kids (narrator is NOT bitter about this, for sure, definitely, he doesn't bring it up every other sentence) and now has a flat full of solid gold buddha statues.
but it's all written so crisply and neatly you're nodding along navigating the full range of human emotion. everything appears in its extreme, although more extreme still may quickly become apparent, and it makes for such a book because it all still feels so grounded even as it leads you off into the stratosphere. it kind of reminds me of pinter. i love these evil cultured buffoon narrators. i love how almost all the other characters are also evil cultured buffoons. i have zero investment in middle class marital institutions, i actively avoid narratives about infidelity because i just am not very interested in it, but here iris murdoch is showing me how much fun you can have exploring these ideas, how many interesting avenues of thought and character it opens up. and her characters!!!! i adore them! !
the sea the sea has me hooked. what if you saw a really cool red marine bristle worm in a tidepool and then, later, a mysterious giant worm rearing out of the sea! that's two whole worms! life could be a dream
