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The View From the Cheap Seats
The View from the Cheap Seats: Selected Nonfiction comes out on May 31st. Over 500 pages of essays and speeches and suchlike...
Here's a little sneak peek at the opening of the Introduction:
INTRODUCTION
I fled, or at least, backed awkwardly away from journalism because I wanted the freedom to make things up. I did not want to be nailed to the truth; or to be more accurate, I wanted to be able to tell the truth without ever needing to worry about the facts.
And now, as I type this, I am very aware of a huge pile of paper on the table beside me, with words written by me on every sheet of the paper, all written after my exit from journalism, in which I try very hard to get my facts as right as I can.
I fail sometimes. For example, I am assured by the internet that it is not actually true that the illiteracy rates of ten and eleven year olds are used as a measure by which future prison cells are built, but it is definitely true that I learned this at an event at which the then-head of education in New York assured us that this was the case. And this morning, on the BBC news, I learned that half of all prisoners in the UK have the reading age of an eleven year old, or below.
This book contains sketches, essays and introductions. Some of the introductions made it into this volume because I love the author or the book in question, and I hope my love will be contagious. Others are here because, somewhere in that introduction, I did my best to explain something that I believe to be true, something that might even be important.
The authors from whom I learned my craft, over the years, were often evangelists. Peter S. Beagle wrote an essay called Tolkien's Magic Ring, which I read as a small boy and which gave me Tolkien and The Lord of the Rings. A few years later H.P. Lovecraft, in a long essay, and after him Stephen King, in a short book, both told me about authors and stories that had shaped horror, and without whom my life would be incomplete. Ursula K Le Guin wrote essays, and I would track down the books she talked about to illustrate her ideas. Harlan Ellison was a generous writer, and in his essays and collections he pointed me at so many authors. The idea that authors could enjoy books, sometimes even be influenced by them, and point other people at the works that they had loved, seemed to me to make absolute sense. Literature does not occur in a vacuum. It cannot be a monologue. It has to be a conversation, and new people, new readers, need to be brought into the conversation too.
I hope that, somewhere in here, I will talk about a creator or their work – a book, perhaps, or even a film or a piece of music – that will intrigue you.
Here's a little sneak peek at the opening of the Introduction:
INTRODUCTION
I fled, or at least, backed awkwardly away from journalism because I wanted the freedom to make things up. I did not want to be nailed to the truth; or to be more accurate, I wanted to be able to tell the truth without ever needing to worry about the facts.
And now, as I type this, I am very aware of a huge pile of paper on the table beside me, with words written by me on every sheet of the paper, all written after my exit from journalism, in which I try very hard to get my facts as right as I can.
I fail sometimes. For example, I am assured by the internet that it is not actually true that the illiteracy rates of ten and eleven year olds are used as a measure by which future prison cells are built, but it is definitely true that I learned this at an event at which the then-head of education in New York assured us that this was the case. And this morning, on the BBC news, I learned that half of all prisoners in the UK have the reading age of an eleven year old, or below.
This book contains sketches, essays and introductions. Some of the introductions made it into this volume because I love the author or the book in question, and I hope my love will be contagious. Others are here because, somewhere in that introduction, I did my best to explain something that I believe to be true, something that might even be important.
The authors from whom I learned my craft, over the years, were often evangelists. Peter S. Beagle wrote an essay called Tolkien's Magic Ring, which I read as a small boy and which gave me Tolkien and The Lord of the Rings. A few years later H.P. Lovecraft, in a long essay, and after him Stephen King, in a short book, both told me about authors and stories that had shaped horror, and without whom my life would be incomplete. Ursula K Le Guin wrote essays, and I would track down the books she talked about to illustrate her ideas. Harlan Ellison was a generous writer, and in his essays and collections he pointed me at so many authors. The idea that authors could enjoy books, sometimes even be influenced by them, and point other people at the works that they had loved, seemed to me to make absolute sense. Literature does not occur in a vacuum. It cannot be a monologue. It has to be a conversation, and new people, new readers, need to be brought into the conversation too.
I hope that, somewhere in here, I will talk about a creator or their work – a book, perhaps, or even a film or a piece of music – that will intrigue you.
