Whatever the reason may be, the sounds, smells, and images of the world we encounter in novels evoke a sensation of authenticity we fail to find in life itself. But on the other hand, novels put nothing concrete in front of us—not a single object to touch, not a smell, not a sound, not a taste. When we’re reading a good novel, a part of our mind thinks we are immersed in that reality—indeed, at a profoundly deep point in that reality—and that life is exactly like this experience. Meanwhile, though, our senses are reporting that this isn’t happening at all. This paradoxical situation is what leaves us feeling unsatisfied.
— Orhan Pamuk, The Naive and the Sentimental Novelist (via invisiblestories)
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