Oh, I Wish That I Could Be Richard Cory
June 26th 2008 14:42
If you had to be anyone else, any figure in history, anyone at all... who would it be?
As hypotheticals go, this one is a lot more common that others we can speculate about (see: Dinner For Three). What sets this one apart is that it's a hypothetical that people actually get asked: Which person has the life that you most want? If you could step into someone's shoes, whose feet would you be and why?
Naturally (and as always), I ask the question because I know the answer. I know exactly who I would want to be, were I to be anyone else but me. (By the way, that bit is important. If I could be anyone in history, I'd be me. I'm just too awesome to want to throw the dice on someone else's life. The qualifier here is "if you had to be anyone else".) The person I would choose is the one that I am most jealous of, most envious of. This is the one person who has lived the life (or, at least, part of it) that I wanted to live.
Don't ask me his name, you don't know it. Actually, neither do I.
As with all things, this hypothetical requires more thought than yelling the name of the richest person in the world, or the biggest-selling music artist of all time, or the most well-endowed astrophysicist that we know of. This hypothetical doesn't have some sort of clever equation, like total magazine covers ÷ recognition as leader in field (devoted paragraphs in the Encyclopaedia Britannica x frequency of Wikipedia page updates) = give me their face. No, this is one you can feel your way through. Did someone achieve that one thing you wanted to do? Then that's your person.
Well, okay, it's not as simple as all that. If it was, there'd really be no point in me writing any of this (some may justifiably suggest there is no point either way). Though there's no specific equation per se, there are some caveats. There are things worth considering.
For instance, filmmakers may say they want to be Stanley Kubrick. That's understandable. 2001: A Space Odyssey is one of the all-time great movies of all time, so great, in fact, that I feel awkward comparing it to other movies at all due to its embarrassing superiority. But the thing is, you wouldn't actually want to be Stanley Kubrick. Nobody really wants to be a mysterious, isolated uber-genius. It's lonely at the top, baby, and it doesn't get much higher than Kubrick. And, if you were to be anyone else involved in the film (with the possible exception of Arthur C. Clarke), you'd really only be a tool that Kubrick would use to make his vision. As much as I love the film, I think I'm happier as an observer rather than a maker.
Similar to that are my feelings on Paul Simon. I think he's one of the greatest and most underrated lyricists of all time. The one word I can't escape every time I listen to his work is "effortless". It's almost like he's saying the easiest thing that comes to mind, and the easiest thing just happens to be the most brilliant-phrased string of prose that one could imagine. I'm not a musician by any stretch of the imagination, but if I were one, I'm not sure I'd want to be Paul Simon. I think I'd be happier just aspiring to him.
So, what do I want to be? Well, before I'd even learned to write, I'd decided to be a writer. After that, I quickly realised that my favourite writer of all time was Douglas Adams. I grew up listening to the original radio production of The Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy, which is, in my expert opinion, the single greatest thing that humanity has produced, ever. Even as a kid, I knew I was listening to something special. This led me to his books, both Hitch-Hiker's and non-Hitch-Hiker's. There is just something about the way he thinks that makes me believe that he was easily one of the greatest minds of his, or any, generation. Had he been in any loftier field than science fiction comedy, he'd probably have been recognised as such, but as science fiction comedy appeals to such a narrow demographic, it's amazing his reach was as wide as it was.
That said, I'm not sure I necessarily want to be him. To be Douglas Adams would deprive me of the joy of discovering his work, having his ideas presented to me in their final, most satisfying form. I don't have to suffer through the drafts and the refining. I get the finished product. And while it may be more satisfying on many different levels to produce such a work, I feel my persona is, in large part, defined by my exposure to his work. I'm not sure I could take that away and still be me. Even though I'd be him. But I'd be me experiencing being him. Hm. It's okay, I think the hypothetical stills stands intact.
While I'm waxing on about Adams, I may as well quote Stephen Fry: "When you look at Blake, listen to Bach, read Douglas Adams, or watch Eddie Izzard perform, you feel you are perhaps the only person in the world who really gets them. Just about everyone admires them, of course, but no one really connects with them in the way you do." When I read that, it summed up everything I'd ever felt about Adams's work, and even as I read it, I couldn't rid myself of the idea that even Stephen Fry didn't really connect with Douglas Adams the way I did. And I know Fry was a close friend of his, so my feelings on my own connection to Douglas Noel Adams is pretty high indeed.
Although it may appear that my logic has run off the rails somewhat, sidetracked by mixed metaphors and elegies to my favourite writer alike, there is a distinct connection to my ramblings, and I feel it's probably time I told you who I'd want to be. Who would I be if I had to be anyone else?
In an interview with The Observer in 1995, Douglas Adams was asked what his dream day out might be, and pointed out that he'd already had it. In 1968, he and a friend skipped school to go and see 2001: A Space Odyssey during the day, and then see Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel perform live at the Albert Hall during the night.
I do not know the name of Adams's school friend (though I like to imagine his name is Richard Cory, for reasons you can go and investigate yourself), but that hardly matters. He is the person who experienced a day that is, to me, so utterly perfect, that the very fact it ever existed is enough to bend my mind backwards.
As hypotheticals go, this one is a lot more common that others we can speculate about (see: Dinner For Three). What sets this one apart is that it's a hypothetical that people actually get asked: Which person has the life that you most want? If you could step into someone's shoes, whose feet would you be and why?
Naturally (and as always), I ask the question because I know the answer. I know exactly who I would want to be, were I to be anyone else but me. (By the way, that bit is important. If I could be anyone in history, I'd be me. I'm just too awesome to want to throw the dice on someone else's life. The qualifier here is "if you had to be anyone else".) The person I would choose is the one that I am most jealous of, most envious of. This is the one person who has lived the life (or, at least, part of it) that I wanted to live.
Don't ask me his name, you don't know it. Actually, neither do I.
As with all things, this hypothetical requires more thought than yelling the name of the richest person in the world, or the biggest-selling music artist of all time, or the most well-endowed astrophysicist that we know of. This hypothetical doesn't have some sort of clever equation, like total magazine covers ÷ recognition as leader in field (devoted paragraphs in the Encyclopaedia Britannica x frequency of Wikipedia page updates) = give me their face. No, this is one you can feel your way through. Did someone achieve that one thing you wanted to do? Then that's your person.
Well, okay, it's not as simple as all that. If it was, there'd really be no point in me writing any of this (some may justifiably suggest there is no point either way). Though there's no specific equation per se, there are some caveats. There are things worth considering.
For instance, filmmakers may say they want to be Stanley Kubrick. That's understandable. 2001: A Space Odyssey is one of the all-time great movies of all time, so great, in fact, that I feel awkward comparing it to other movies at all due to its embarrassing superiority. But the thing is, you wouldn't actually want to be Stanley Kubrick. Nobody really wants to be a mysterious, isolated uber-genius. It's lonely at the top, baby, and it doesn't get much higher than Kubrick. And, if you were to be anyone else involved in the film (with the possible exception of Arthur C. Clarke), you'd really only be a tool that Kubrick would use to make his vision. As much as I love the film, I think I'm happier as an observer rather than a maker.
Similar to that are my feelings on Paul Simon. I think he's one of the greatest and most underrated lyricists of all time. The one word I can't escape every time I listen to his work is "effortless". It's almost like he's saying the easiest thing that comes to mind, and the easiest thing just happens to be the most brilliant-phrased string of prose that one could imagine. I'm not a musician by any stretch of the imagination, but if I were one, I'm not sure I'd want to be Paul Simon. I think I'd be happier just aspiring to him.
So, what do I want to be? Well, before I'd even learned to write, I'd decided to be a writer. After that, I quickly realised that my favourite writer of all time was Douglas Adams. I grew up listening to the original radio production of The Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy, which is, in my expert opinion, the single greatest thing that humanity has produced, ever. Even as a kid, I knew I was listening to something special. This led me to his books, both Hitch-Hiker's and non-Hitch-Hiker's. There is just something about the way he thinks that makes me believe that he was easily one of the greatest minds of his, or any, generation. Had he been in any loftier field than science fiction comedy, he'd probably have been recognised as such, but as science fiction comedy appeals to such a narrow demographic, it's amazing his reach was as wide as it was.
That said, I'm not sure I necessarily want to be him. To be Douglas Adams would deprive me of the joy of discovering his work, having his ideas presented to me in their final, most satisfying form. I don't have to suffer through the drafts and the refining. I get the finished product. And while it may be more satisfying on many different levels to produce such a work, I feel my persona is, in large part, defined by my exposure to his work. I'm not sure I could take that away and still be me. Even though I'd be him. But I'd be me experiencing being him. Hm. It's okay, I think the hypothetical stills stands intact.
While I'm waxing on about Adams, I may as well quote Stephen Fry: "When you look at Blake, listen to Bach, read Douglas Adams, or watch Eddie Izzard perform, you feel you are perhaps the only person in the world who really gets them. Just about everyone admires them, of course, but no one really connects with them in the way you do." When I read that, it summed up everything I'd ever felt about Adams's work, and even as I read it, I couldn't rid myself of the idea that even Stephen Fry didn't really connect with Douglas Adams the way I did. And I know Fry was a close friend of his, so my feelings on my own connection to Douglas Noel Adams is pretty high indeed.
Although it may appear that my logic has run off the rails somewhat, sidetracked by mixed metaphors and elegies to my favourite writer alike, there is a distinct connection to my ramblings, and I feel it's probably time I told you who I'd want to be. Who would I be if I had to be anyone else?
In an interview with The Observer in 1995, Douglas Adams was asked what his dream day out might be, and pointed out that he'd already had it. In 1968, he and a friend skipped school to go and see 2001: A Space Odyssey during the day, and then see Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel perform live at the Albert Hall during the night.
I do not know the name of Adams's school friend (though I like to imagine his name is Richard Cory, for reasons you can go and investigate yourself), but that hardly matters. He is the person who experienced a day that is, to me, so utterly perfect, that the very fact it ever existed is enough to bend my mind backwards.
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