ASSAY: A JOURNAL OF NONFICTION STUDIES
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I was headed to South Bend, Indiana to give a talk at the 2025 NonfictioNow Conference about the science of awe. In my carry-on luggage were ample notes about how awe might inform our essay-writing. Awe gets us out of our small selves, my notes said. Awe makes us more creative, the research showed. But my watch told me my flight was departing within the hour. So, I was rushing through the Philly airport, wheeling my suitcase past ambling travelers, unaware that awe was doing its best to chase me.
It began with the loomers. I buzzed by two senior-age folks weaving multi-colored thread through looms. Looms! In the middle of PHL! “Walk up and weave,” their sign read. I later learned that they were a contingent of the Guild of Philadelphia Handweavers. Did I stop? No. I plowed forward. A few feet later, a man in a button-up shirt sat with a typewriter, clicking away. “Dream Poet for Hire,” his sign read. Ross Gay would totally stop, I thought. Ross Gay would turn this into a stunning delight essayette. I buzzed by Dream Poet, too. At my gate, I sat and closed my eyes. I heard the unwrapping of snacks, the announcing of flight departures, and a loud south Jersey guy on his phone. Then I heard what sounded like the drumline of a marching band. It got closer, the drumline. The rat-tat of a snare, the timbre of a tenor, the tim-tam of cymbals, the boom-boom of a bass. When I opened my eyes, a real live drumline marched right past the gate. It was, I later learned, the Seventy-Stixers, the official drumline of the 76ers basketball team. I joined the large circle of travelers watching. People smiled and bopped their heads. They pulled out cameras. Two toddlers danced in jammies. The rhythm was so irresistibly danceable that only the stiffest of us stayed still. In other words, at eleven A.M. on a Tuesday, the Seventy Stixers turned PHL gate C19 into a collective event. A discordant space of fatigue and anxiety transformed into a place with a nexus of energy, with its own heartbeat. Collective effervescence, I thought. Collective effervescence is one of Berkeley psychology professor Dacher Keltner’s “eight wonders of awe.” “Collective effervescence” describes that tingling feeling you get when you are immersed in a group. It happens at sporting events and collective dances, and apparently it happens if drumlines parade past airport gates and pause for an impromptu performance. When the Seventy-Stixers about-faced and marched on, we travelers didn’t seem to know what to do with ourselves. We went back to staring at our phones, biting into our breakfast sandwiches, and eyeing the flight departure boards. In other words, we returned to our solo worlds. This is precisely what scientists tell us awe does: it catapults us from our small, egoic concerns into new ways of seeing. It puts us in relationship with something larger than ourselves, whether that be community, nature, or the divine. Keltner, a renowned scientist in the study of human emotion, defines awe as follows: “Being in the presence of something vast and mysterious that transcends your understanding of the world” (Keltner 7). I suspect I’m not alone when I say that Keltner’s definition of awe captures what I want from essays. I want the essays I write to leave me changed after finishing them. An essay often starts with a question, then proceeds when the essayist considers various threads and angles to explore that question. An essayist might start from a narrow pinpoint of a topic, like a memory of a doctor’s appointment or a weird encounter at a fish fry. But the essayist often widens that pinpoint moment, expanding outward into “something vast and mysterious,” as Keltner says, something that “transcends [the essayist’s original] understanding.” My best essays disrupt the way I knew the world before I started writing. A good essay can put me and, hopefully, the reader in a place that is, if not full-blown awe, then awe-adjacent. Which leads me to ask: What can the science of awe teach about writing essays? How can essayists apply the science of awe to the craft of essay-writing? Can writers create essays that intentionally induce awe?
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Heather Lanier's memoir, Raising a Rare Girl (Penguin Press) was a New York Times Book Review Editors’ Choice. She's also the author of four poetry collections, including Psalms of Unknowing (Monkfish). Her work has appeared in The Sun, The Atlantic, Longreads, Colorado Review, TIME, and elsewhere. She is an associate professor of creative writing at Rowan University, and her TED talk has been viewed three million times and translated into 18 languages. You can subscribe to her Substack, The Slow Take, for occasional essays about the strange beauty of being human.
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