But as soon as I started examining I would hear him incanting: ‘The truth of oneself is not hidden inside, it has yet to be invented.’ (Ewan Morrison, in Ménage)
The proposition, that there is no hidden self that needs to be discovered, but rather the opportunity to invent oneself was perhaps more succinctly put by George Bernard Shaw: “Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
But Morrison’s novel starts to kick the notion around from early on. I’m looking forward to the rest of the game.
Morrison, Ewan. 2009. Ménage. London: Jonathan Cape [p26]