True Grit (the book, this time)

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Here's a bit of writing you don't see much of anymore: Stonehill was not in a quarrelsome mood that morning, indeed he was not snorting or blowing at all but rather in a sad, baffled state like that of some elderly lunatics I have known. Let me say quickly that the man was not crazy. My comparison is not a kind one and I would not use it except to emphasize his changed manner. Okay, first, "Elderly Lunatics I Have Known" would be a great title for just about anything. A poetry book on equine husbandry, a technical manual about the automobiles that never made it into production, whatever. More important, though, note the immediate 'self-correction' of "Let me say quickly that the man was not crazy." What this speaks of is either handwriting where paper and ink are at a premium, or typewriting, where you can't just backspace up a few words, say it right the first time. I can't imagine writing on anything but a computer, but still, I think the convenience and capabilities of word-processing have changed the way we correct ourselves through a story. You longer 'see' the corrections, I mean. But, in those corrections—this is where Mattie Ross lives, isn't it? Constantly having to bite her sharp tongue back? Also, this 'self-correction' serves to make True Grit a kind of textual artifact rather than a produced work of fiction, which in turn lends it a bit of legitimacy. It's a rhetorical device to get us to believe in these events.  . . . → → →