Friday, October 8, 2010
A Brief Conversation with the Author
Q: Pardon the cliche, but isn’t that a bit narcissistic?
Q: Why such self-absorption, such self-interrogation?
A: Of course.
Q: Do you think anyone cares for you? Your life? Your memories?
A: Art is in the shaping.
Q: You know what V. S. Naipaul said to his father once, in a letter, right?
Q: “No one cares for your tragedy...”
A: “...until you can sing about it.”
Q: Define "sing."
A: That's right.
Q: Where did you go?
A: I’m trying to be transparent.