Attack of the Crack!

The Writer in the Politician

We can’t simply record facts and experiences objectively because everything is tainted by our subjective lens.

This is a continuation post to Tyranny of the Minority.

If Ford is smoking crack do we attack is actions or his person for engaging in such activities? If he is able to reduce the deficit, do we praise his actions or his determined, efficient self? We don’t know his character. In both instances it wouldn’t be fair to associate his personality with his actions. We have no problem divorcing the executioner from the act of execution in writing, so why not with public figures? The words on pages, and images created speak on their own. The identity of the writer doesn’t, or shouldn’t, affect the analysis of a work.  The words of the writer speak for themselves, and are separate from the person who created them.

Or maybe it isn’t that easy to separate the man from his actions. As writer’s we write our experiences, experiences that are essential to who we are. We can’t simply record facts and experiences objectively because everything is tainted by our subjective lens. Sight, smell, touch, taste, hearing – these things colour our narratives, no two people will describe an apple in the exact same way. We put ourselves in the text, so do we not open ourselves up to criticism?

So maybe it is fair to bring the writer into the work, maybe it is fair to criticize a politician for her/his actions. Maybe it isn’t. While writing this piece I went back and forth, considering both sides, and I still don’t have a conclusive answer.

What are your thoughts? Should the personal lives of politicians be publicly discussed? Or are the lives of politicians exempt from criticism? Is it fair to shoot the messenger? And what about the writer, do you bring writers into criticism?

For the Addicts: The first step to recovery is admiting you have a problem – or not

I am Bernice and I have a problem. I love music, books, writing, art, TV shows and films; they occupy an ungodly amount of my fulltime-university-student-schedule. I, however, feel no need to correct this problem. I rather like spending whole days engrossed in novels or immersed in shows. In fact, I don’t feel like going down the road to recovery, indulging faults is sometimes better than suppressing desires.

To all those out there with similar problems, I propose we start a cyber-support group. We won’t have check-ins or chastisements of relapses – the worse your addiction, the better suited you are to my cause. Meetings will be held every Monday and Thursday, or whenever else we feel the need to do so. No need to feel pressured to commit to weekly sessions, for drop-ins are always welcomed. We won’t ask why you love the books and music you do. All the crazies, normals, eccentrics and problematic are welcome. We’ll be there for each other, when for whatever reason we relapse and decide that the arts aren’t worth it, and that our “problem” is actually a problem.

Here, we will discuss without fears our favourite authors, musicians and directors. Here, we will ensure that after every post, comment, and discussion our chances of successful rehabilitation are diminished. Here, we shall remain hooked on the things that compel us, regardless of however “backwords” they seem.