I’m finding more truth behind the
thought that the “time” in which a person reads/encounters a story
impacts the ingestion of that
story and the relationship between that story and the reader can vary
greatly depending on the factors
existing in that “time” encounter.
I’m not finding the love for
these collected stories that I found in the past.
Could it be that I've entered
into a new literary movement in the late 80s?
Perhaps I've just stumbled onto a
rough couple of volume editors that haven’t selected stories that I find
appealing.
It just seems that the earlier
volumes of this reading project pulled me through much quicker. The
stories provided me with plenty
to reflect upon and write about.
-It seemed that everything was so
fresh.
Yes, my life is incredibly
different than what it was while I was reading those early volumes and I can
only believe that this has about
an 80% impact on my interaction with the volumes/stories.
And so I accept a large portion
of the blame for the dwindling relationship I have here.
Take this story for example.
I got almost nothing out of it.
I struggled through it.
Which – as this being the case –
interestingly enough - gave me the above to write about.
So – I’ll leave it there and move
along.
