By Janet Fogg
“There can be only one.” One what? One immortal who will wield a prize that gives him supreme power over all of mankind? Supreme power? Frightening, really. But appropriate, since that tag line is from The Highlander, where Immortals fight and kill one another by decapitation.
Aren’t words immortal? Don’t they wield great power?
It is said that the pen is mightier than the sword, and certain passages of my favorite books resonate like a blade. Passages that slice deep, stay put. When I consider such books, I think of old friends squatting patiently on the shelf, books that I fall back on when I’m in a foul mood or when I’m exhausted. Books I’ve read so many times that I can begin to read mid-chapter and not miss a beat. These books aren’t Pulitzer Prize winners, not one. But they quicken my soul. These books are soft from handling, from too many reads, and the corners bend out, just a little. Yet no matter how supple the pages, the words adorning them are resilient, retain power and strength.
I want to write a book such as that. A book cherished by someone, someday. That’s one vision I strive for, that lurks in the dark edges of my mind. Only one…