“Iridescent Mediocrity”

“Iridescent Mediocrity”

My dad tossed me Cyril Connolly’s “The Unquiet Grave” the other day.  It’s incredibly entertaining–odd, jarring, contrarian, but best of all, endlessly amusing (even when, or especially when, it makes no sense at all). Anyway, it begins with two sentences every writer ought to read immediately, if only to ratchet up the fear and the grandiosity of purpose:  “The more books we read, the sooner we perceive that the true function of a writer is to produce a masterpiece and that no other task is of any consequence.  Obvious though this should be, how few writers will admit it, or having made the admission, will be prepared to lay aside the piece of iridescent mediocrity on which they have embarked.”  No better phrase for every aspirant’s apex of terror:  iridescent mediocrity.  


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s