Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say. They, who say this, are probably ugly. The reason they say this is to explain that intangible
ideas, like beauty, are subjective, not objective. There is no standardizing measuring stick for
beauty. Some find beauty in a swamp,
other on a mountain peak. They are both
right. They are both wrong. And that is
ok.
If you told me fiction writing was beautiful I would say, ‘ok’
and move on with life. How do you argue
with that? But the question here is if
fiction writing has value. Value is
tangible, measurable, and objective. For
something to have value it must have a use and that use must be desirable. A banana slicer has a use, but it is
not seen as desirable. Its value is
minimal if any.
Fiction writing deals in the make believe. It is a construct of the author and based wholly
in their imagination. The characters
have never lived; the places have never existed; the story is a complete
fabrication. It may be a permutation of
real life, drawing on real world context, or it may not be based on anything
that has ever existed. But the
characters have never dwelt outside the pages of the book.
I recently discovered that there have been enough Lego’s
made that everyone on the planet could have 62 pieces. That is 434 billion Lego’s! It is funny to picture everyone on earth
holding a little bag full of 62 Lego’s.
Imagine now that we had a contest to see who could build the most
wonderful creation using those 62 Lego’s.
No doubt that someone would
construct a replica of the Eiffel
Tower and that many, many
more would have an exact replica of 62 Lego’s piled together. This is what fiction writing is.
We all have stories, we all have imaginations. No doubt some are better constructed than
others, but we all have a bag of 62 Lego’s.
How I arrange my pieces is simple a function of my subjective view of
what they should be. My assemblage has
no more value than anyone else who arranges their pieces.
Value is something that has a desirable useful function. A house, a car, real money has value. Given that 7 billion people have imaginations
(or 62 Lego’s) I fail to see how one person’s imagination is more useful than
someone else’s.
Fiction writing may be enjoyable to read, it may be an
escape from reality, but really it is just the preference of one assemblage
over another. If beauty is in the eye of
the beholder then there is no ugly and there is no beauty. There just is. Fiction writing just is. It has no value. But it may not need to. Value may not be the point.