To Be About Something
Tuesday, October 16th, 2007In a NYT article titled Questions You Should Never Ask A Writer, Doris Lessing writes of political correctness, legacies of communism, and the “demand that stories must be “about” something”.
This one phrase speaks volumes to me, of people who shun fiction entirely, of others who spend an academic career studying but one or a few works of literature, of people’s fear of human imagination, of how many millions of times someone asked what Seinfeld was about, feeling so wickedly delighted to know that the clever answer was ‘nothing’. Meanwhile, emotions, passions, spirituality, the wondrous mystery of life itself, overflow beyond hope of classification and micro-management, gloriously incomprehensible through logical deduction.
Why, indeed, must everything be ‘about something’? What is this almost compulsive need many people have to identify and explain everything in so minimalist a manner that it can be safely enclosed and, then, put away?
This compulsion applies to much more than just literature. Any artist’s life’s work should be describable in one term or phrase. Any new business idea should be reduced to an ‘elevator pitch’. Many community projects are most likely to gain backing when the answer to what goal is to be achieved can be stated in one sentence. Politicians actually get elected based on a statement of intention to ‘fix’ something with little or no explanation as to how they will do so. This list goes on and on.
Every one of these ‘abouts’, these simplified and symbolic reasons people seem to crave, only has meaning within the full context of a human story, a multi-faceted and dynamic panorama of intertwined moments and lives, about many things simultaneously.
We can be without being about something.
We cannot be about something without being.



