How can a novelist achieve atonement when, with her absolute power of deciding outcomes, she is also God? There is no one, no entity or higher form that she can appeal to, or be reconciled with, or that can forgive her. There is nothing outside her. In her imagination she has set the limits and the terms. No atonement for God, or novelists, even if they are atheists. It was always an impossible task, and that was precisely the point. The attempt was all.
Interpretation
The quote explores the struggle of a novelist, likening their creative power to that of God, highlighting the impossibility of seeking atonement or forgiveness in a self-contained world of imagination.
In this quote, Ian McEwan presents a thought-provoking reflection on the nature of a novelist's power and responsibility. By suggesting that a novelist possesses absolute control over their characters and narratives, akin to that of a deity, he underscores the complexity and solitude of this role. The novelist, unbound by external moral frameworks or divine entities, faces a profound challenge in seeking atonement for their creative decisions. This highlights the notion that the effort to reconcile one's actions within the confines of their imagination is inherently fraught with difficulty, if not impossible. Ultimately, McEwan posits that the act of striving for atonement itself is what bears significance, rather than the attainment of actual forgiveness.
In practice
During a literature class discussing themes of power and morality in storytelling.
Watching him during the first several minutes of his delivery, Cecilia felt a pleasant sinking sensation in her stomach as she contemplated how deliciously self-destructive it would be, almost erotic, to be married to a man so nearly handsome, so hugely rich, so unfathomably stupid. He would fill her with his big-faced children, all of them loud, boneheaded boys with a passion for guns and football and aeroplanes.
My needs were simple I didn't bother much with themes or felicitous phrases and skipped fine descriptions of weather, landscapes and interiors. I wanted characters I could believe in, and I wanted to be made curious about what was to happen to them. Generally, I preferred people to be falling in and out of love, but I didn't mind so much if they tried their hand at something else. It was vulgar to want it, but I liked someone to say 'Marry me' by the end.
It marked the beginning and, of course, an end. At that moment a chapter, no, a whole stage of my closed. Had I known, and had there been a spare second or two, I might have allowed myself a little nostalgia.
There are ways in which art can have a longer reach than politics.
And now she was back in the world, not one she could make, but the one that had made her, and she felt herself shrinking under the early evening sky. She was weary of being outdoors, but she was not ready to go in. Was that really all there was in life, indoors or out? Wasn't there somewhere else for people to go?
Imagining what it is like to be someone other than yourself is at the core of our humanity. It is the essence of compassion, and it is the beginning of morality.
Nor do I regret that I have lived, since I have so lived that I think I was not born in vain, and I quit life as if it were an inn, not a home.
You are damned, and we wish to share your damnation.
To look into the eyes of a wolf is to see your own soul - hope you like what you see.
Philosophy dwells aloft in the Temple of Science, the divinity of its inmost shrine; her dictates descend among men, but she herself descends not : whoso would behold her must climb with long and laborious effort, nay, still linger in the forecourt, till manifold trial have proved him worthy of admission into the interior solemnities.
So no, it's not all in the genes, but what isn't in the genes isn't in the family environment either. It can't be explained in terms of the overall personalities or the child-rearing practices of parents.
We forget that the world is what we imagine it to be. We stop being the sun and become, instead, the pool of water reflecting it.
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