One thing I've long hated about myself is how picky I've become when it comes to my tastes in fiction.
Some novels by women you need to know about, and probably don't.
Two, two, TWO new translations of Machado de Assis's amazing novel came out when my back was turned!
On a few words from Raymond Carver on ''experimentation''
With many of the stories I've taken up only to abandon, what was most interesting to me about them seemed impossible to communicate to others.
On a narrow, reductionist view of fiction (and not a very good one, for that reason).
2020 just about killed my enthusiasm for reading, which was finicky to begin with.
It is not required to substitute ugly things for lovely ones in the name of some spurious bid for truth.
On the notion that if our moment in time were a story, nobody would believe a word of it.
Every single time I start a new story, I'm starting from scratch in more ways than one.
It's hard to do your own thing, and for good reasons.
I've long been wary of using fiction as a system of polemic, not because I don't care about the world we live in but because such things typically make for bad fiction
Stories aren't about happy or sad endings. They're about making sense of what happens.
When does a story's logic hold fast, and when does it break?
On the fictions of the "true story" style of moviemaking.
On The Minnie Effect in fiction.
The overwhelming majority of what I'm genuinely curious about reading has been nonfiction. I hate that.
If written fiction's becoming nothing but a prelude to adaptation, what's that mean for written fiction itself?
On why books need to be written to be books, not film pitches-to-be.
What storytelling can do that a straight rundown of facts can't.
Given my interest in Zen, am I writing "Buddhist fiction"? I'm dubious.
Does reading make us more empathic, or do more empathic people just make better readers?
Don't think good and evil; think why and how.
On time travel and our urge to get away from it all.
How laying the ground rules for my new book almost ground me down.
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