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I have read the book, “A Sense of where you are”, an example manifest of presence of the author, and the effect of his presence, his voice, totally in view to the reader, while his personality remaining indistinct. Here is an excerpt of it, where McPhee, in a brief scene , that he wrote in book-lengthy profile of the famous baseball player Bill Bradley, that is, before the star became senator. McPhee is watching The Star practice , and then Bradley misses a shot: …the ball curled around the rim and failed to go in…
"What happened then?" I asked him. " I didn't kick high enough," he said. "Do you always know exactly why you've missed a shot?" " Yes," he said, ...missing another one. "What happened that time?" "I was talking to you. I didn't concentrate. The secrecy of shooting is concentration."
Mr. McPhee wrote it in the first person, in a casual and natural tone, to make the reader see it in the characteristically way he wrote the story, he wanted the reader to be present, not as sitting back only but like a confident, some sort.
Encounters with the Archdruid“_John McPhee’s, another book, l have read lately_I never get tired of reading those excerpts of the author encounters, and interviews_also; it shows a pattern of extreme complexity, the way it was written, and, with more explicitly, in a passage where he concluded, after a peripheral itinerary, back and forth, like flash-back with different sittings, between the past and the present:
The story is told in three parts, initially, it is an extended profile of the most prominent personalities of that time, between the different antagonists of the story, dam builder, environmentalists, and people who represent the forces of environment destruction, that is to draw them in to a debate, where the writer was a pursuit for of a series interviews through different, places and times, until the moment, it took place in a raft trip down the Colorado River. Then the writer takes the reader in aparte _ when he pull aside, in a confidence, a confessional tone, to tell him: after he took the initiative, to embark you in a journey, of less than few minutes where you got almost wet: the high-speed of the river, with the slow motion of the raft:
What seemed unimaginable beside the river in the canyon was that all that wild water had been processed , like pork slurry in a hot-dog plant, upstream in the lightless penstock of a dam.
The last I discovered is this article below: see link
“At one point I said, Mr. Shawn, you have this whole enterprise going, a magazine is printing this weekend, and you’re the editor of it, and you sit here talking about these commas and semicolons with me—how can you possibly do it?”
I stay speechless, as if I was standing , in the presence of the writer in person , when you hear his voice through reading the books, and finally this item above.
Modestly speaking, did you hear me? when I say:
” thank you for reading”