Fri, 13 April 2018
An extremely cerebral scientist writes a satire on modern morality, and is shocked when it is taken seriously. Edith Wharton, today on The Classic Tales Podcast.
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Today’s story raises the question usually posed in an artistic or creative sense: Is a creative individual a sellout if he/she creates something in order to get paid, rather than truly following their own creative instinct and abilities to the fullest for their own merit? Is it a real piece of music, art, writing, etc. when someone else is paying for it? But then, is it only true art when the artist starves? Can there be a happy medium where true art can be produced, and the artist not starve and still maintain their integrity?
But today’s story takes it even further. Today’s tale is about a scientist. And so now we wonder how many inventions, medical advances, and scientific breakthroughs could have happened if the scientist were truly left to be purely a scientist, and not have to worry about earning a living? It’s a tricky balance, and I don’t know think there’s an easy answer.
And now, “The Descent of Man”, by Edith Wharton