mans sviests

10.5.07 10:05
"There can be no more thrilling idea of intimacy that connecting with someone through the agency of the written word. Here we meet, on the page, naked and unadorned: shorn of class, race, gender, sexual identity, age and nationality. The reader I seek is a tautology, for he/she is simply exactly the person who wants to read what I have written, and in this sense writing is a paradigm for the greatest of intimacy. Oh yes, there's the fame shit too, and swaggering around in a silk suit and having your catamite buff your toenails - I went for all that too."

http://books.guardian.co.uk/whyiwrite/story/0,,2075745,00.html
6 piezīmes vieta jūsu piezīmēm

10.5.07 10:11
In your line of work, you spend much of your time alone. How do you survive?
Rituals. Smoking - pipes, cigars, special brands, accessories, the whole bollocks. Coffee, tea, strange infusions - I have a stove on my desk. Fetishising typewriters, pens, etc. Overall, though, I have a healthy appetite for solitude. If you don't, you have no business being a writer.
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10.5.07 10:15
Think long and hard about whether this is what you really want to do. A book is published every 40 seconds in the world. It's very difficult to garner readers. The serious writers (you know what I mean) in Britain, who can earn their entire living from their books, you could comfortably fit in a modest cocktail party.
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16.5.07 14:17
Language is so much the adornment that one can't escape. Somehow, especially in writing.
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