The more I delve into history, through my studies, and in my own reading, I am continually amazed at the relevance of it to current affairs. It is like we, as a race, are fated to repeat ourselves. Some do say that there are only a finite number of stories out there and our worlds are interwoven with these narratives. Language is a symbolic representation of recounted events and we reorder these events to make sense of them; thus, creating a story.
It might be your story, involving how you were raised, what your parents were like, when you met your life partner, when you separated from him or her, maybe you didn’t, having children or not, getting older and so on. Alternatively, it may be the story of the Second World War, who started it, who suffered, who was victorious and who was defeated, what were the ramifications. Each story will not be an exact record of events; it will be a version of selected events ordered according to the interpreter. There is no truth, no unquestionable objective reality, in our stories and the stories from history; there is only an interpretation of events
Reading A Frisson in Time I am reminded of my old History Professor, who once said, “if you don’t know where you have come from, how will you know if you have ever left there?”