Tuesday, June 2, 2009
WHAT IF EMILY DICKINSON HAD BLOGGED?
Seriously. What if the supposed shut-in had chronicled her life online in utterly exhaustive, meticulous detail?
What if F. Scott and Zelda had exchanged “love tsunamis” on Twitter?
What if we had all watched Poe stagger, drunk, into a gutter on YouTube?
Would any of it seem romantic anymore? Would we still troll their pages, mining each passage for clues as to who these poetic giants really were? Or would our literary heroes have been reduced to the train-wreck status of a Lindsay Lohan?
I was just wonderin’.