Some writers I know thrive on emotional cataclysms and can barely wait for their next divorce, plummet into infatuation, flirtation with ridiculously violent criminals or encounter with rabid shrews. Some authors can only work when surrounded by inspiring volumes, delicate prints and a selection of antique spinets. Their perfect house with kind prospects must be miles from the irritating coughs of barrow boys, or the dreadful possibility that someone socially unsuitable might drive past playing something urban on a chip-scented stereo or simply loiter while looking dowdy. Most of us bounce along in the fatter section of the bell curve.
Showing posts with label environment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label environment. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Taming the everyday
At the Guardian, A. L. Kennedy on writing in chaos versus writing in peace:
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
The problem of evil
An obituary for Gitta Sereny, a writer whose work on Albert Speer and Mary Bell I particularly admire. (The Daily Mail feels differently.) (Via the Paris Review.)
Monday, September 19, 2011
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