"A proposition is a picture of reality. a proposition is a model of reality as we imagine it." --Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus "I don't think I shall ever forget my first sight of Hercule Poirot. of course, i got used to him later on, but to begin with it was a shock... i don't know what i'd imagined ... of course, i knew he was a foreigner, but i hadn't expect- ed him to be quite as foreign as he was, if you know what i mean. When you saw him you just wanted to laugh! he was like something on the stage or at the pictures." --Agatha Christie, Murder in Mesopotamia "Writing ... is but a different name for conversation. as no one, who knows what he is about in good compa- ny, would venture to talk all; so no author, who under- stands the just boundaries of decorum and good breed- ing, would presume to think all: the truest respect which you can pay to the reader's understanding is to halve this matter amicably, and leave him something to imagine, in his turn, as well as yourself." --Laurence Sterne, The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman "Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well as she is famed to do, deceiving elf." --John Keats, Ode to a Nightengale PICTURING "PICTURING" i could begin with Lily Briscoe. Lily Briscoe--"With her little Chinese eyes and her puckered up face..."--is a principle character in Vir- ginia Woolf's novel To the Lighthouse . Lily is a painter. She is painting a picture throughout the course of the narrative--a painting of mrs. Ramsey sitting by the window reading to her son James. lily has set up her easel outside on the lawns and she paints while various players flit and charge about the property. She is nervous about being interrupted, about some- one breaking her concentration whilst engaged in this delicate act. the idea that someone would interrogate her about the painting is intolerable. But kind, acceptable mr. Bankes wanders up, exam- ines her work, and asks "What did she mean to indi- cate by the triangular purple shape, 'just there'?" it is meant to be mrs. Ramsey, reading to her son, though "no one could tell it for a human shape." Mother and child then--objects of universal veneration, and in this case the mother was famous for her beauty--might be reduced, he pondered, to a purple shadow... Mother and child: reduced. We never see this picture (the picture Lily paints in Virginia Woolf's novel.) We are only told about it. Lily is painting the scene that we, as readers, are being asked to imagine. (We are asked to imagine both: the scene and its painted likeness.) *** This might be a good place to begin: with the picture that lily paints; with its shapes, smudges, and shadows. the painting is lily's depiction of the tableau in front of her--her reading of it. i cannot see the scene that Lily is attempting to capture. i cannot see Lily herself. The scene and its occupants are blurred. Strangely, the painting seems more...vivid. *** FICTIONS What do we see when we read? (Other than words on a page.) What do we picture in our minds? There is a story called "reading." We all know this story. It is a story of pictures, and of picturing The story of reading is a remembered story. When we read, we are immersed. And the more we are immersed--the more we are preoccupied--the less we are able, in the moment, to bring our analytic minds to bear upon the experience we are absorbed in. Thus, when we discuss the feeling of reading, we are really talking about the memory of having read.* And this memory of reading is a false memory. *William James describes the impossible attempt to introspectively examine our own consciousness as "trying to turn up the gas quickly enough to see how the darkness looks." Excerpted from What We See When We Read by Peter Mendelsund All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
