Slate asks: What work of art or literature has helped you make sense of the attacks and the world after them?
The above is the full answer from notorious curmudgeon Harold Bloom. Smartest answer goes to my beloved George Saunders:
I can't say that anything has helped me make sense of the attacks. I suspect they were just what they felt like they were—namely, a reminder that chaos and hatred sometimes rear their heads and, temporarily, are ascendant. But one work of art that has helped me in a more general way is John Adams' symphonic work "On the Transmigration of Souls"; it has "helped" me in the sense that I've been able to use it, periodically and sacramentally, to move myself to tears remembering that day just as it was. Every time I listen to it, it re-attunes me to the real sadness of that day, the sense of ordinary lives suddenly and horribly interrupted. That, I'd say, is the real purpose of art: to sweep away the mold that conceptual and habitual thought allows to grow over even the most raw experience. And Adams does it—it's a great and courageous piece of music.
And ballsiest answer goes to Hanif Kureishi, who claims to have found wisdom and solace in a movie he himself wrote
. Via Shankar, whose opinions on television
are to be respected.