Faulkner really gave me a kind of humanity that I might not have had. In that sense, literature is Eucharistic. You take somebody else’s suffering into your body and you’re changed by it, you’re made larger by their pain. You come to understand pain in a way that maybe otherwise you wouldn’t.
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| — | Mary Karr echoes the idea that reading is always an act of empathy and fiction an empathy-expander. (via explore-blog) |
