The fact is that anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days.
The freak in modern fiction is usually disturbing to us because he keeps us from forgetting that we share in his state. The only time he should be disturbing is when he is held up as a whole man.
Poorly written novels – no matter how pious and edifying the behavior of the characters – are not good in themselves and are therefore not really edifying.
Jeg har lest Mystery & Manners av Flannery O'Connor. Sakprosaforfatteren O'Connor har vist seg å være nesten, om ikke helt, på høyde med novelleforfatteren O'Connor. Dama var uansett genial, og befester sin stilling som en av mine favorittforfattere.
Nå har jeg et gjensyn med en annen av mine favorittforfattere, J. D. Salinger, og er i ferd med å gjenlese The Catcher in the Rye. Jeg har også så smått tatt fatt på Anne Carsons Autobiography of Red, en roman i verseform av alle ting. Er det en roman? Et episk dikt? Begge deler? Det hele er i alle fall trist og rått og ganske fantastisk.
That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
Mothers are all slightly insane.
It is always difficult to get across to people who are not professional writers that a talent to write does not mean a talent to write anything at all.
Alienation was once a diagnosis, but in much of the fiction of our time it has become an ideal. The modern hero is the outsider. His experience is rootless. He belongs nowhere. Being alien to nothing, he ends up being alienated from any kind of community based on common tastes and interests. The borders of his country are the sides of his skull.
Art never responds to the wish to make it democratic; it is not for everybody; it is only for those who are willing to undergo the effort needed to understand it.
Actually, a work of art exists without its author from the moment the words are on paper, and the more complete the work, the less important it is who wrote it or why.
You discover you audience at the same time and in the same way that you discover your subject; but it is an added blow.
Kvardagslige fortellingar utan fiksfakseri, behageleg flyt, knallgodt skrivne personar.
Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
What big teeth you have!
She saw how his jaw began to slaver and the room was full of the clamour of the forest's Liebestod but the wise child never flinched, even when he answered:
All the better to eat you with.
The girl burst out laughing; she knew she was nobodys meat.
Jeg kan egentlig ikke skryte på meg at jeg leser den før hver jul, men den har nå blitt lest noen ganger da. Boka jeg tenker på er den fornøyelige Tante Pose av Gabriel Scott.
I hate America, Louis. I hate this country. It’s just big ideas, and stories, and people dying, and people like you. The white cracker who wrote the national anthem knew what he was doing. He set the word 'free' to a note so high nobody can reach it. That was deliberate. Nothing on Earth sounds less like freedom to me. You come to room 1013 over at the hospital, I'll show you America. Terminal, crazy and mean. I live in America, Louis, that’s hard enough, I don’t have to love it. You do that. Everybody’s got to love something.
The writer should never be ashamed of staring. There is nothing that doesn't require his attention.
People are always complaining that the modern novelist has no hope and that the picture he paints of the world is unbearable. The only answer to this is that people without hope do not write novels. Writing a novel is a terrible experience, during which the hair often falls out and the teeth decay. I'm always highly irritated by people who imply that writing fiction is an escape from reality. It is a plunge into reality and it's very shocking to the system.
An identity is not to be found on the surface; it is not accessible to the poll-taker; it is not something that can become a cliché. It is not made from the mean average or the typical, but from the hidden and often the most extreme. It is not made from what passes, but from those qualities that endure, regardless of what passes, because they are related to truth. It lies very deep. In its entirety, it is known only to God, but of those who look for it, none gets so close as the artist.
Som tittelen og coveret viser: en novellesamling om fotball.
Jeg tror nok at denne er for de som er spesielt opptatt av fotball. Jeg likte best de novellene som ikke var så tekniske i språket, men jeg regner med at en fotballinteressert gutt eller jente vil være uenig med meg i akkurat det… Tema som går igjen er homofili, foreldre/barn-relasjonen.
Det handler både om å elske og å hate spillet. Noen av hovedpersonene spiller sin siste kamp, mens andre har knapt begynt sin karriere. Jeg synes dette var helt greit.