My latest obsession, for example, is
minstrelsy, which is totally blowing my mind, because it turns out that so much of what I previously thought was "American folk music" is actually stuff that was created for one of the most racist institutions ever designed -- and one that, appallingly, was
huge in this country for nearly a century! I had no idea....
As for the heroes and villains.... As recently as six months ago, when a friend who found out I had become a Civil War buff suggested that I might be interested in the life of Stonewall Jackson, I told him no, I was not yet at the point where I could even stand to look at one of the enemy leaders in any depth; it would just raise my blood pressure too much. Now, of course, I find Stonewall fascinating.
I remember, years ago, asking my sister, who was a
huge Civil War buff for many years -- and long before I had any interest in it myself -- how she could stand to devote attention to something so horrible, the worst experience in our national history, one that I couldn't even bear to think about, let alone study in depth. She replied that perhaps it was because the war is, like a Zen
koan, something that can never be fathomed; it's so complex, and so profoundly mystifying, that you're compelled to keep gnawing on it, turning it over and over in your mind, trying to plumb it every way you can. But no matter how much you learn about it, no matter how much you try, you'll never
grasp it -- and so its magnetic pull on you remains.