Last week, on a plane to Long Beach, California, JetBlue Airways stuck me in a middle seat between two professional-looking gentlemen.
After takeoff, I pulled out a book and tried to begin reading. But the intensity with which both gentlemen scrutinized their seat-back televisions immediately distracted me.
Leaning forward with nearly unblinking eyes, Tweedledee and Tweedledum were happily enslaved by the news.
Now, watching these two Type-A shmucks engrossed in re-tellings of rape, murder, dirty money and dirtier politicians inspired something dangerous.
We need fiction.
We need fiction to relax. We need it to escape.
We need fiction to finally castrate our jack-ass boss and bring our favorite television characters together when it would never happen on the show.
We need things that haven’t happened to explain what’s happening now. Continue reading Step away from the news: reading fiction fuels creativity