Monday, 2 August 2010

Of overcoming Fear

I've been terrified of picking up Pratchett for a while. As with any author that everyone unanimously says is fabulous, I'm terrified that I, quite simply, will not understand the writing.

So understand my trepidation as I pick up Small Gods. And on the very first page, this happens:

Now consider the tortoise and the eagle.

The tortoise is a ground living creature. It is impossible to live nearer the ground without being under it. Its horizons are a few inches away. It has about as good a turn of speed as you need to hunt down a lettuce. It has survived while the rest of evolution flowed past by being, on the whole, no threat to anyone and too much trouble to eat.

And then there is the eagle. A creature of the air and high places, whose horizons go all the way to the edge of the world. Eyesight keen enough to spot the rustle of some small and squeaky creature half a mile away. All power, all control. Lightning death on wings. Talons and claws enough to make a meal of anything smaller than it is and at least take a hurried snack out of anything bigger.

And yet the eagle will sit for hours on the crag and survey the kingdoms of the world until it spots a distant movement and then it will focus, focus, focus on the small shell wobbling among the bushes down there on the desert. And it will leap...

And a minute later the tortoise finds the world dropping away from it. And it sees the world for the first time, no longer one inch from the ground, but five hundred feet from it, and it thinks: what a great friend I have in the eagle.

And then the eagle lets go.

I'm sold, Terry.

3 member protest rally:

Preeti said...

Enjoy the feeling.

Its like this ... while you're reading you don't realize it but graaadually your jaw is inching towards the floor. Or while you're reading suddenly stop. then you start gazing at that minuscule spot on the wall...a million thoughts careening to create a blurred blankness.

(i went through what you're going through when i started reading Milan Kundera's Unbearable Lightness of Being. Im yet to finish it...the spot on the wall transfixes me every time i am some pages into the book)....

WV: fiest

Avantika A. said...

i am too. Thank you :)

Shreya said...

It's simple, real simple. But I don't know, maybe the way you'v written it, sounds damn intelligent and deep :]

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