originally posted by Joel Stewart:
I've seen arguments here saying that some people don't respect/enjoy a wine because they obviously don't appreciate the effort going into it. As an artist I sort of applaud the defense but on the other hand I really can't. I actually try to forget the effort, as long as the result satisfies. But I never qualify the result based on the effort. And I don't ask others to.
I applaud this. I think it can also aptly be applied to writing. It doesn't matter if someone was a Flaubert and wrote, scratched out, rewrote, reworked each sentence so that if the sentences were laid end to end, they would make 10x, 20x the book, or if the person had a facile yet brilliant plume, streaming prose that needed little retouching, à la Louis Aragon, one of the most unbridled of prose geniuses of the 20th century.
This is something I struggle with, though, to chime a personal bell. Is something that is more "effortful" more worthy? If it comes too readily, is it necessarily shoddy and cheap?
Again, this doesn't apply to wine. But there are so many layers to wine appreciation that create brickbats. Has the taster had enough of the (type) of wine to judge really? Etc.
I was thinking about a producer who makes good drink from shoddy terroir. I was thinking of a particular producer who's more like a tight-fisted, ever-correcting Flaubert. It takes all kinds, and of course there are some efforts we don't applaud (the arsenal of spoof).
Fast brilliant creation can exist. Balzac being a great one, and the excuse for me to prod everyone to read
Le Chef d'oeuvre inconnu—a fantastical tale of an artist striving for perfection who creates... Oh, it's a short novella, read it.