“All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways. This madness can be saving; it is part and parcel of the ability to adapt. Without it, no species would survive.”-Yann Martel, “Life of Pi”
As read on jeffjlin.com, Ang Lee, from the age of 30-36, with two kids and his wife supporting them, tries to get a script going. Each new script was sent in and rejected. For six years he kept his focus and although I assume he was dismayed and contemplating other forms of work, kept going. I wonder how often he looks back on those years of uncertainty? I wonder how grateful he is for his own tenacity of will and craft? (I know I am) Or maybe it’s a form of madness, this passion of purpose, unwavering and persistent?
In “Life of Pi”, the madness was with Richard Parker, the tiger, which allowed Pi his story of survival. In my novel, “Inside the River,” Ana hears singing fish. Magical Realism is such an appealing tool to show the elements of our imagination needed to adapt, thrive, and survive. It opens up space for a new tunnel of experience, bordered by its own set of rules, its own reality.
Unlike fantasy, where a whole new world is created, magical realism inserts bits of magic into the world we live in, helping us to survive its madness. I am attracted to this form of story, this off-centered truth, this raw and penetrating attempt to light up the dark spots of our minds.