Another fine selection by Atwood and Ravenel.
I mentioned that I thought it would be important if I got back to exploring the author a little bit more before I turned the eye to me and writing about the story.
I’m happy that I looked into Brown’s life a little.
The fact that Brown was not a college grad and had no (limited) real education in creative writing – but was self-taught through his love of reading appealed to me.
As I’ve written about before, I enjoy reading books that detail the writing processes of authors and advice to wannabe writers.
A great many authors advise the wannabes to read as much as they can, and to mimic the authors they love.
Brown had a love of reading and I imagine that through his reading he learned to write – of course a healthy dose of natural talent could help.
Brown said that he had written hundreds of short stories before being published.
Brown died of an apparent heart attack in November 2004.
It took a few minutes and a re-read of the first few paragraphs of Kubuku Rides before I could get into the stride of the writing.
I don’t think it’s presumptuous of me to say that a good majority of people wrestle with some sort of addiction in their lives.
I’m not talking about a coffee addiction…or an addiction to M&Ms…
A serious addiction. The all encompassing, life altering, conscious altering kind.
Kubuku Rides lays out a dialog within scenes that has found a reality millions of times. I can imagine the scenes playing out in real time someplace in this world even as I write.
In the civilized world addiction is a facet of the human condition that is familiar.
Does it exist in the uncivilized world?
Do small nomadic tribes in Tibet, or gatherings of tribal families in the jungles of the Amazon deal with addiction?
Does addiction manifest with the introduction of an external “something” to the unique chemical composition of an individual?
And why when the individual is aware of the hurt and damage that is being done by the addiction, can they not free themselves?