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Alice Munro - The View from Castle Rock
Frank Miller - Sin City
Tenessee Williams - A Streetcar Named Desire
John Luther Long - Madame Butterfly
If I could write a story for what it is -- without too much sentiment, without a too-logical storyline, without blithering consistency, with hardly any meaningful dialogue.... Wouldn't that be something?
But I'd have to throw away everything I learned from college.
I am afraid. There is too much at stake.
I think perhaps writing a story is kind of like living your life. At first you learn everything there is to learn so when you get to that point where you are asked the one question you never thought to ask you can throw away everything that you have learned and simply just.
Word.
But not many people can do that. Instead, they hold on.
It's very delicate -- the process of letting go of things. You have to extricate one finger at a time from that which anchors you down. Perhaps, this is as it should be. After all, God did not give us opposable thumbs to let go that easily. He wants to make it harder for us so when we finally do it, there is that unique feeling of gratification.
My god, I have a sadistic God. -_-
It's not happiness to let go, to allow yourself...things. But it is something close. It is knowing that you are whole and intact and there is no sag in you. Like being cut up to pieces but knowing that you will never fall apart.
My God is an observer. Not a doer. I think that is a more honest way of viewing it.
Frank Miller - Sin City
Tenessee Williams - A Streetcar Named Desire
John Luther Long - Madame Butterfly
If I could write a story for what it is -- without too much sentiment, without a too-logical storyline, without blithering consistency, with hardly any meaningful dialogue.... Wouldn't that be something?
But I'd have to throw away everything I learned from college.
I am afraid. There is too much at stake.
I think perhaps writing a story is kind of like living your life. At first you learn everything there is to learn so when you get to that point where you are asked the one question you never thought to ask you can throw away everything that you have learned and simply just.
Word.
But not many people can do that. Instead, they hold on.
It's very delicate -- the process of letting go of things. You have to extricate one finger at a time from that which anchors you down. Perhaps, this is as it should be. After all, God did not give us opposable thumbs to let go that easily. He wants to make it harder for us so when we finally do it, there is that unique feeling of gratification.
My god, I have a sadistic God. -_-
It's not happiness to let go, to allow yourself...things. But it is something close. It is knowing that you are whole and intact and there is no sag in you. Like being cut up to pieces but knowing that you will never fall apart.
My God is an observer. Not a doer. I think that is a more honest way of viewing it.