“Writers write because they cannot allow the characters that inhabit them to suffocate them. These characters want to get out, to breathe fresh air and partake of the wine of friendship; were they to remain locked in, they would forcibly break down the walls. It is they who force the writer to tell their stories.”
Matter Notes: A lawyer's private notes on a legal matter; considered inviolate and nondisclosable. By metaphor and game, my occasional blog posts on literary matters. In both cases, a form of work product.
Recommended: Scott Samuelson’s recent piece in The Atlantic, “Why I Teach Plato to Plumbers” (Thanks to fellow writer Matthew Graybosch for sending me the link.) The humanities do matter to real people. Profoundly. Samuelson writes about teaching philosophy to students experiencing personal tragedy: A mother who’d authorized for her crippled son a risky surgery that led
I haven’t posted in a while, but the current hysteria in the New York Times about the loss of brick and mortar bookstores in Manhattan is so unintentionally comical and just plain awkward that I had to comment. The article, “Literary City, Bookstore Desert,” by Julie Bosman, illustrates almost everything that has gone wrong with
But first, as to validation. (See previous post.) I was stunned to see that there is at least one literary agent, Andrew Wylie, who gets it. Mr. Wylie said in a recent interview for New Republic what I’ve been saying here in my quiet corner of the Internet for a long time. That the publishing
A few months back, I wrote a piece on whether writing is a dying profession. My take was that, given the sorry state of traditional book publishers, there’s no longer any incentive for writers to honor the antiquated model of hiding their work in a drawer for years until an acquisitions editor taps it with