Stranded here while the ash cloud floats invisibly overhead I've been reading an old short story by A L Kennedy. She says
"Go into any place where history is stored and listen. Hold your breath. Hear how still it is. ... It is the huge, invisible, silent roar of all the people who are too small to record. They disappear and leave the past inhabited only by murderers, prodigies and saints."
I think its 'prodigies' that lifts her above the merely good.
Anyway, the digital will change that. We all have our 15minutesoffame and there won't be room for the exceptional, just the promotional.
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