Time and The Book

Time: Albert Einstein and fellow physicists have done their level best to describe it and we, all of us, have to live with a constant eye on that wretched clock, but who on earth can create time? Only, I would submit, the composer of fiction

I suppose by 'create' I really mean 'create and manipulate.' James Joyce created his 900 page Ulysses around a single ordinary day in the life of an ordinary man or two, or three. Tolstoi's equally voluminous War And Peace spanned many years of time. Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice covered but a few months. William Shakespeare set his marvellous plays over everything from a few days of love to the entire drawn out reign of an English King and Douglas Adams's Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy defies classification by time, space or anything else.

A writer doesn't have to take his story forward through time. He / she can and often does take it backwards as well as forwards and can jump in time between one paragraph and the next - hours, weeks, months, years, generations. Entirely illogical of course, but in some strange way absolutely believable - truer than the truth as all good fiction has to be. Perhaps, I found myself wondering, time itself is an illusion based merely on age; perhaps on each our own vision of the passing of our years.

Why this preoccupation with time? Read the story so far: www.bryanislipauthor.com  No charge. I'm about 55,000 word into writing it. Maybe half way, so a further half  year 'til done. Time, WS wrote, is indeed of the essence - especially when it comes to The Book.

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