I’ve been thinking a lot about first person point of view lately, partly because I’ve been reading this new book of contemporary persona poems, A Face to Meet the Faces, and partly because I’ve become addicted to New York magazine’s hilarious recaps of American Idol, a show I can no longer bear to watch.
These recaps, which are one writer’s narrative of watching the program, make clear that there is the story (in this case the show itself).
And then there is the way that the story is told. Continue reading “First Person Point of View and the Act of Storytelling”