John has entered the fable. He’s become a literary figure. He’s become fabled. Does that mean that I invented him? He’s now fabulous. He’s now somewhere, not thinking of me.
I discuss the origins and context of this piece here at Brevity's Nonfiction Blog.
1 comment:
Your essay is great, and I loved your discussion of it. So true the way some memories stick—WHY. Indeed, why.
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