A defence of the literary life

I recently finished reading Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott, one of those writing books that seems to be on every list of recommendations. I found the book a bit off-putting… suffice to say that it wasn’t for me.

However, I did like the closing section of the book. Liked it quite a lot actually. At the end, Lamott comes around to talk about what might be worthwhile about writing. Here’s part of a longer passage:

There are a lot of us, some published, some not, who think the literary life is the loveliest one possible, this life of reading and writing and corresponding. We think this life is nearly ideal […] One can find in writing a perfect focus for life. It offers challenge and delight and agony and commitment.