Immersion
October 8th 2006 00:03
I read a short story once where characters go to a haunted house, and there’s a funny thumping noise, and eventually they realize that the house is alive (shock, horror) and this is the sound of its heart.
In a dream you are the actors, the audience, and the theatre. In the same way, it’s probably to some extent true that every story is played to the sound of a beating authorial heart. Even when the prose is light, isn’t the air thick with thinking?
You’re to some extent slipping into someone else’s minds and delusions and ways of considering the world, and I think people recognize this, and it’s part of the pleasure of immersion.
In a dream you are the actors, the audience, and the theatre. In the same way, it’s probably to some extent true that every story is played to the sound of a beating authorial heart. Even when the prose is light, isn’t the air thick with thinking?
You’re to some extent slipping into someone else’s minds and delusions and ways of considering the world, and I think people recognize this, and it’s part of the pleasure of immersion.
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