New book by the author of Eat, Pray, Love is getting lots of attention.
I didn’t read it so much for the grand theory of creativity (which it offers) as for the fun to be found in its narrative.
Big Magic delivers a good time.
I read it the way tourists hunt diamonds in the roadside mines of Arkansas - occasionally finding sparklers to carry home.
Here, then, are four gems by way of review:
Elizabeth Gilbert describing fellow poet, now deceased, Jack Gilbert:
He became a poet the way other men become monks: as a devotional practice, as an act of love, and as a lifelong commitment to the search for grace and transcendence.
Elizabeth Gilbert revealing a bit of herself and her brush with inspiration:
Most of my writing life, to be perfectly honest, is not freaky, old-timey, voodoo-style Big Magic.... Most of it is not fairy dust in the least.... But sometimes it is fairy dust. Sometimes, when I’m in the midst of writing, I feel like I am suddenly walking on one of those moving sidewalks that you find in a big airport terminal; I still have a long slog to my gate, and my baggage is still heavy, but I can feel myself being gently propelled by some exterior force.
Elizabeth Gilbert describing the books she has written:
That’s what my books are to me: souvenirs of journeys that I took, in which I managed (blessedly) to escaper myself for a little while.
And, finally, Elizabeth Gilbert saying this:
If greatness should ever accidentally stumble upon you, let it catch you hard at work.
Every once in a while, reading Big Magic, you find gem stones like these. Put them in your pail as I did. Carry them home. Savor your memory of the good time you had in their discovery.