A Brief Conversation with the Author

Q:  You think about yourself a lot?
A:  Yes.

Q:  Pardon the cliche, but isn’t that a bit narcissistic?
A:  Sure.

Q:  Why such self-absorption, such self-interrogation?
A:  Of course.

Q:  Do you think anyone cares for you?  Your life?  Your memories?
A:

Q:  Well?
A:  Art is in the shaping.

Q:  You know what V. S. Naipaul said to his father once, in a letter, right?
A:  Yes.

Q:  “No one cares for your tragedy...”
A:  “...until you can sing about it.”

Q:  Yes.
A:  Yep.

Q:  Define "sing."
A:  That's right.

Q:  Where did you go?


A:  I’m trying to be transparent.