{"id":11289,"date":"2022-08-29T20:44:24","date_gmt":"2022-08-29T20:44:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.interfaithamerica.org\/?p=7769"},"modified":"2022-09-12T18:44:41","modified_gmt":"2022-09-12T18:44:41","slug":"chautauqua-and-the-magic-of-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.interfaithamerica.org\/article\/chautauqua-and-the-magic-of-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Chautauqua and the Magic of Story"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\n Interfaith Inspiration<\/span>\n

Chautauqua and the Magic of Story<\/h1>\n
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Tony Banout<\/address><\/a>\n <\/div>\n

August 29, 2022<\/p>\n <\/div>\n

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Chautauquans fill the Amphitheater to listen to a conversation. (DAVE MUNCH\/PHOTO EDITOR\/Chautauqua Institution)<\/figcaption>\n <\/figure>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n
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Imagine a human craft whose sole purpose is enchantment. The magic of the word.<\/p>\n

The allure of the plot line. Euphony woven into tale, from the aesthetic of each syllable to the intricacies and intrigues of a good story. We think, experience, make sense of the world in narrative. Artists who are able to spin fiction are revered writers, whose forebears were oral storytellers. We passed myths down through generations before they were written, religious and literary traditions, and whole civilizations formed in the process.<\/p>\n

This is one reason, of numerous, that the attack on Salman Rushdie at the Chautauqua Institution earlier this month hit us on an emotive level as profane. It was a violation, abject and violent, of a contemporary literary master. It was an act of profanity against a core democratic freedom \u2013 expression \u2013 an essential element in the process of his craft. That the setting was an amphitheater dedicated to the exchange of diverse ideas toward the development and nurturing of excellent character added salt to the open wound. Chautauqua is a kindred partner in our shared effort to build bridges and uplift the American spirit \u2013 we know and treasure its leadership, including Michael E. Hill, Chautauqua\u2019s president, and have found inspiration and shared our own stories from its platform.<\/p>\n

Whatever one\u2019s view of Rushdie\u2019s literary prowess or his choice of topics, no one should be savagely attacked, and no one should be made to have lived over 30 years under threat of death. It\u2019s surreal to consider that when the Ayatollah\u202fRuhollah Khomeini marked Rushdie with his infamous 1989 fatwa, Rushdie\u2019s attacker didn\u2019t yet exist. It would be nearly a decade before Hadi Matar\u2019s birth.\u202fThe power of words, sadly, can also be wielded for great evil.<\/p>\n

Going back to one of the more recent essays of Rushdie\u2019s from the The New York Times<\/a> last year, I remembered how his magical realism enchanted me through both his better known novels, and even the lesser known, like one of my own favorites, The Ground Beneath Her Feet. In the essay, Rushdie recounts what it was like to fall in love with stories as a child growing up in what was then Bombay:<\/p>\n

When I first heard the tale in the great epic Mahabharata\u202fabout how the great god Indra churned the Milky Way, using the fabled Mount Mandara as his churning stick, to force the giant ocean of milk in the sky to give up its nectar, \u201camrita,\u201d\u202fthe nectar of immortality, I began to see the stars in a new way. In that impossibly ancient time, my childhood, a time before light pollution made most of the stars invisible to city dwellers, a boy in a garden in Bombay could still look up at the night sky and hear the music of the spheres and see with humble joy the thick stripe of the galaxy there. I imagined it dripping with magic nectar. Maybe if I opened my mouth, a drop might fall in and then I would be immortal, too.<\/em><\/h3>\n<\/div>\n
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