Youtube teaches me something about writing.
Above is video of the reaction of José Saramago to the filmed version of his book Blindness.
“Didn’t he notice? Couldn’t he see what all the folks on Rotten Tomatoes saw? Did he have a blind spot for his own work? Did his ego throw a towel over the bad and only give him the ability to see the big budget, the marketing campaign, the big stars, the ‘serious Hollywood business’ that his book became?”
This feels cynical. Feels to me like the thing that is there in the greatest of artists is a surplus of gratitude. Like maybe we should all acknowledge all engagement made by anybody with the sort of gratitude that makes one tear up like that.
Maybe if we were better people, we’d feel nothing but gratitude. Maybe if I was a better person, I’d feel nothing but gratitude.
I wish I was a better person. Youtube makes me wish I was a better person. I might be a better writer then, too.