Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed? Can the writer isolate and vivify all in experience that most deeply engages our intellects and our heats? Can the writer renew our hope for literary forms? Why are we reading if not in hope that the writer will magnify and dramatize our days, will illuminate and inspire us with wisdom, courage, and the possibility of meaningfulness, and will press upon our minds the deepest mysteries, so we may feel again their majesty and power?
In Annie Dillard's "The Writing Life," the act of reading is portrayed as a quest for beauty, understanding, and deeper insights into life. Dillard questions the purpose of literature, suggesting that it should not merely entertain but enrich our lives by exploring profound mysteries and engaging our emotions and intellect. Writers have the power to illuminate our existence, renewing our sense of hope and meaning.
She emphasizes that through their craft,...
