Today I went to hear my rock star friend Lisa B give the distinguished faculty lecture at SLCC. I should cap those--Distinguished! Faculty! Lecture!
You guys, she did such a good job. If you'd been there, you would have been sitting on the edges of your seats because she was so interesting and thoughtful AND she had cool, cool computer graphics going on. Also, she looked sensational. YES TO YELLOW SCARVES, LISA B! OWN THEM!
Lisa B talked about narrative--what it is, what it does--and how narrative informs structures (like argument or critical analysis) that are often viewed as the antithesis of narrative. And as she spoke I realized that the main way I process this world is through stories. Mine. Other people's. I mean it's the way I understand everything.
Lately I've been wondering what the point of a column like mine is--all I do is tell these tiny tales about my ordinary life and WHY SHOULD ANYONE HAVE TO READ THOSE ANYWAY? What Lisa's talk (in part) reminded me of today is that stories help us understand.
I needed to hear that.
Thank you, Lisa B!