In his 1984 essay collection, the writer of Lord of the Flies says: it would seem that the act of creation is as strange to the writer as to his reader. For William Golding, there is a mystery to the writing process that evades even the writer themselves. The ‘act of creation’ is hidden behind the veil of comprehension: unknowable and intimate; a synonym for god, who creates the written world without revealing his process or intention to we mere mortals who stalk the pages of its reality.
On Writing: it's a strange art
On Writing: it's a strange art
On Writing: it's a strange art
In his 1984 essay collection, the writer of Lord of the Flies says: it would seem that the act of creation is as strange to the writer as to his reader. For William Golding, there is a mystery to the writing process that evades even the writer themselves. The ‘act of creation’ is hidden behind the veil of comprehension: unknowable and intimate; a synonym for god, who creates the written world without revealing his process or intention to we mere mortals who stalk the pages of its reality.