Since when i was a kid. What kind of stories ? The stories that a visitor at home had and would tell sitting around the table, the kitchen’s table. Or sitting in the neighbor’s yard. Because my neighbors had stories to tell, also. And to some other places. My grandpa and my grandma had, also, stories to tell. Different kind of stories, some funny ones, some sad ones, some full of action, love stories, etc. Real stories, though.
Their words and the way they were telling their stories mystified me. They were magicians, dear ! Some of them didn’t have the chance to go to school (wars, poverty, etc.) but, nevertheless, their stories were unbeatable in comparison to some modern writers. Some others were extremely educated (teachers, professors, lawyers, doctors, etc.). When it was the time to tell their stories they would put aside the dry academic way of speaking or voice.
And i remember them all, with much gratitude and appreciation.
Later on and as i grow older i came in touch or i was introduced to many books. Many books ! It wasn’t the same, though. Few of the writers had an impact, i can tell. I mean they had something to tell. Then, i started to be picky. I still have a preference to the classical literature. Not that i avoid to read the modern or the contemporary writers. It is rare, though, to read them for a second time. Not all of them, but most of them. What causes this to happen is that they have nothing to tell, unfortunately. Not, always, their fault, though. It doesn’t matter. I think you can guess the reasons why !
Later on the “creative writer” came to become the new fashion. What kind of terminology is this ? Oh God, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing !… haha… We won’t avoid the crucifixion with them. And there will be no Luke to write our story !…