Sylvia Plath (via cordealia)
“ … the power of Joyce’s language and the story of Stephen Dedalus refusing to become a priest in order to take up the mantle of art were so compelling to me. Dedalus wants to form the “uncreated conscience of his race.” That’s what I wanted to do, even though I didn’t really know what it meant. I do remember thinking, however, that to be a writer was the best thing a person could be. It seemed to promise maximum alertness to life. It seemed holy to me, and almost religious. ”
Whenever I read interviews with authors I usually cringe at the inevitable when-and-why-did-you-decide-to-become-a-writer question, but Jeffrey Eugenides totally killed it here.
I just want to love John Green in every way because he is intelligent and humble and one of the best YouTube personalities and humans but I read two of his books over the summer and found them entirely unspecial and veering dangerously into MPDG territory, and I was so disappointed because he is so smart and great.
Not that I have ever decided to read a book based on its reviews or rankings, but I feel like I should give The Fault in Our Stars a chance before I discount John-Green-as-an-author entirely.
Sylvia Plath with her mother and brother. The
poet was born on this day eighty years ago.
“ I take much pleasure in being alone
but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone. ”
“ Interviewer: Some people say they can’t understand
your writing, even after they read it two or three times.
What approach would you suggest for them?
William Faulkner: Read it four times. ”
From this spectacular interview. Don’t give up on Faulkner, people.
Hemingway in Cuba.