Tuesday, February 26, 2013

John Updike on Joyce Carol Oates

"Joyce Carol Oates, born in 1938, was perhaps born a hundred years too late; she needs a lustier audience, a race of Victorian word-eaters, to be worthy of her astounding productivity." 
"She has, I fear, rather overwhelmed the puny, mean-minded critical establishment of this country. Single-mindedness and efficiency rather than haste underlie her prolificacy; if the phrase 'woman of letters' existed, she would be, foremost in this country, entitled to it."
—John Updike, Odd Jobs: Essays and Criticism

Friday, April 6, 2012

Maybe this moment of speechlessness helped to make Daniel Baciagalupo become a writer. All those moments when you know you should speak, but you can't think of what to say -- as a writer, you can never give enough  attention to those moments.

All writers must know how to distance themselves, to detach themselves from this and that moment ...

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Some gems of wisdom from John Irving's "Last Night In Twisted River"

Monday, January 9, 2012

New Year's Resolution Reading List: 9 Books on Reading and Writing

New, old, and dead writers offer their advice for stepping up your literary game.

http://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2012/01/new-years-resolution-reading-list-9-books-on-reading-and-writing/251079/

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Her dress swung as she moved her body and the soft rope of her hair tossed from side to side.

Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I did not myself understand.

---  James Joyce, from "Araby" in "Dubliners"
Her dress swung as she moved her body and the soft rope of her hair tossed from side to side.

Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I did not myself understand.

--- James Joyce, from "Araby" in "Dubliners"




Friday, December 2, 2011

What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the
people who once mattered the most to us are wrapped up in
parantheses. -- John Irving, "The Cider House Rules"
She stretched out on her back on the thin bed, as if she were a
little girl waiting to be tucked in and kissed good night in a foreign
country. -- John Irving, "The Cider House Rules"