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A Dog's Life, Part II

A Dog's Life

Mark Twain and his dogMark Twain

Writing advice from Marilynne Robinson (When I Was Young I Read Books):

"There is a great difference, in fiction and in life, between knowing someone and knowing about someone. When a writer knows about his character he is writing for plot. When he knows his character he is writing to explore, to feel reality on a set of nerves somehow not quite his own.

George Meredith and his dogGeorge Meredith

Charles Dickens and his dog TurkCharles Dickens and Turk

"Words like 'sympathy,' 'empathy,' and 'compassion' are overworked and overcharged -- there is no word for the experience of seeing an embrace at a subway stop or hearing an argument at the next table at a restaurant. Every such instant has its own emotional coloration, which memory retains or heightens, and so the most sidelong unintended moment becomes a part of what we have seen of the world.

Beatrix Potter and her dogsBeatrix Potter

G.K. Chesterton and his dogG.K. Chesterton

"Then, I suppose, these moments, as they have seemed to us, constellate themselves into something a little like a spirit, a little like a human presence in its mystery and its distinctiveness.

Helen Keller and her dog Sir ThomasHelen Keller and Sir Thomas

Karen Blixen (Isak Dinesen) and her dogKaren Blixen (Isak Dinesen)

"Two questions I can't really answer about fiction are (1) where it comes from and (2) why we need it. But that we do create it and also crave it is beyond dispute.

Gertrude Stein and her dogsGertrude Stein

Virgina Woolf and her dog PinkaVirginia Woolf and Pinka

Frida Khalo and her dogsFrida Khalo

"There is a tendency, considered highly rational, to reason from a narrow set of interests, say survival and procreation, which are supposed to govern our lives, and then to treat everything that does not fit this model as anomalous clutter, extraneous to what we are and probably best done without. But what we really know about what we are is what we do. There is a tendency to fit a tight and awkward carapace of definition over humankind, and to try to trim the living creature to fit the dead shell.

PG Wodehouse and his dog Ned (photograph by Jill Krementz)P.G. Wodehouse and Ned

Eugene O'Neill and his dog BlemieEugene O'Neill and Blemie

"The advice I give my students is the same advice that I give myself -- forget definition, forget assumption, watch. We inhabit, we are part of, a reality for which explanation is much too poor and small. No physicist would dispute this, though he or she might be less ready than I am to have recourse to the old language and call reality miraculous.

"By my lights, fiction that does not acknowledge this at least tacitly is not true."

Dorothy Parker and her dog MistyDorothy Parker and Misty

Dr. Suess and his dog ClunyTheodor Seuss Geisel (Dr. Seuss) and Cluny

E.B. White and his dog MinnieE.B. White and Minnie

More dogs (and a few cats) tomorrow.



I agree with her that definitions of humankind (and those we have of ourselves, and other creatures, and the world itself) limit and reduce us and that we are quantities that cannot be measured. I love and amy excited by the thought that our definitions about ourselves and reality expand and expand as we grow older and deeper and, hopefully, wiser. After all, as the movie asks, "What the Bleep Do We Know?" And I know Mark Twain was a great admirer of felines, so I'm lobbying for another photo of him tomorrow, if there is one to be had. :)

Something dogs can teach us to do: "forget definition, forget assumption, watch." Great post- love these photos!

I've got so many more dog pictures that I think the cats will be bumped to Saturday...but yes, I have Mark Twain with a cat!

I love how each one is made more so by the love shared...

Great post.
And ... I need a dog. It's been too long.

Oh, Oh, Oh, what a wonderful parade. I didn't know Dr, Seuss was handsome nor have I seen this
Karen Blixon picture in my many resources on the shelf. Not the wise elfin crone but the hearty woman.
On and on and on, big dogs, little dogs, groomed and shaggy. I thought of my pictures of me and my dog Blacky and a grumpy looking but sweet spaniel at a neighbors home where I lived for a while when I was about 12. I almost cried, for all dogs we have known and for the sheer joy of his side of so many fine folk and their companions. Of course my cat caught on and created a ruckus behind me. Silly cat. I love you too.

That should be 'this side of so many...." not his, among the his and hers.

Thanks, everyone!

I really enjoyed this post and especially since you managed to find the names of some of the pets. It somehow gives a finishing little something to the person for me. :)

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