Just something I’ve never told anyone before. Sometime around high school I seemed to lose the ability to visualize fiction in books. I went through the motions, knew what was happening and plot. But it was all superficial. But I couldn’t get into their heads or visualize their locations.
Then a couple years ago I found The Little Prince. Suddenly I regained the ability to visualize! You can’t imagine what a pleasure it is. It was how the book began that did it, although I didn’t much like the ending. I suddenly enjoyed Lord of the Rings much more, although I still had some trouble getting into the characters’ heads. But the lavish landscape!
And Red Mars, became a pleasure rather than tedious. Before this I was mostly interested by what Robinson had to say about the capitalist world order and the possible alternative societies. Now I can feel the winds, and really appreciate the setting, although I still have trouble getting into Maya ‘s head.
So I’m grateful to the Little Prince. The Hat is a nice surprise.
I wonder if this disorder has a name.