Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Note Autobiographical

Every time he speaks of himself you sense something missing, something not quite true. It's not that you doubt his sincerity - on the contrary, you know he's making every effort to be entirely forthright - it's just that you recognize that the self looks different viewed from inside. It's as though by putting himself in the spotlight he had blinded himself to his own shadow, to the audience of alternate personae watching from the wings. He tells you, honestly and in great detail, what he sees, but all the while what you really want to know is what's lurking there, behind his mind.

It's like the difference between the image of yourself you carry with you and your face in a photograph.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

mm

The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...

last line is lovely... and so true!

Anonymous said...

Hadn't thought of it this way. I'll be thinking about this for a while now..

~N.

blackmamba said...

Reg. photographs - Have you read Rushdie's piece called "On Being Photographed"?

It is about Avedon's photo-portrait of him. Funny story and interesting picture.

Can't recall the details, but something to the effect being happy that though he did not see himself that way, the picture conveyed the resistance and endurance the world would expect etc.

I thought he looked rather Satanic in that picture.

Anonymous said...

No one has ever seen their own face with their eyes. All one has ever looked at is their face in a mirror.

Raj said...

"It's like the difference between the image of yourself you carry with you and your face in a photograph."

Megan McArdle had an interesting post on same subject. http://meganmcardle.theatlantic.com/archives/2007/08/youre_not_as_hot_as_you_think.php

Anita said...

Are you hiding something?

:-D