Novels are free to diverge, to digress, to reflect, to accrete. Proust is a gargantuan soliloquizer. Tolstoy encompasses whole histories. George Eliot pauses for psychological essays. A novel is like the physicist's premise of an expanding universe -- horizon after horizon, firmament sailing past firmament. But a play is just the reverse: the fullness of the universe drawn down into a single succinct atom -- the all-consuming compactness and density of the theorist's black hole. Everything converges in the dot that is the stage.
-- Cynthia Ozick, from "On Being a Novice Playwright" Washington Post Book World (15 Jan 1995)
Memory is Complex
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