I am writer who is concerned with friendship. Since at least Aristotle, philosophers have speculated on its nature and have done so with insight. The poets too have investigated this most fascinating form of human relations, mapping its joys and its sorrows. Yet, it is not them but the storytellers who have the most to say to me. I believe this all down to a difference in approach; both philosophers and poets seek to condense their subject matter, the philosopher seeking to abstract from the particular a set of general principles, and the poet seeking to epitomise the particular through the precise marshalling of words. I believe the storytellers present rather than condense their subject matter. In stories I see friendship progress and regress, fail and succeed. I see friendship exist in its entirety. In philosophy and poetry, though often with wonder and with painful beauty, I see it reduced to its bare bones. This is not to discredit these approaches, only to note that my temperament fits that of the storytellers.
I would be grateful for any thoughts, feedback, criticism, and abuse for my stories. Any excuse to discuss them is welcome.
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