Reflections of a working writer and reader
There ain't nothing more to write about and I'm rotten glad of it, because if I'd knowd what a trouble it was to write a book, I wouldn't a tackled it.
Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
john baker, February 25th, 2007. 4 comments. Filed under literature, miscellaneous, reviews, writing.
The Guardian has brought a few critics and writers together to give their opinions. Some interesting comments . . .
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Yes, the comments are very revealing, often of the authors themselves.
jb says: Agreed. I particularly like Louise Doughty’s closing remark:
In the end it is not for us to identify the great writers. We don’t have any sense of perspective. Kafka published virtually nothing in his lifetime, while Pearl S Buck won the Nobel prize for literature.
The interesting thing is that most of the contributors either mention Amis in a positive or negative way, so one way or another, he has had an impact on their reading lives.
It’s almost like going out with a girl and all she wants to do is talk about her ex… well, you get the idea
jb says: Hi Geoffrey. Amis is like that. There is no doubt whatsoever that he was a prodigious and precocious talent. This probably led to overblown or unreal expectations, something that the media, generally, find inexcusable.
JB, I didn’t know that about Kafka. Makes you think…
jb says: There are other examples, I believe. Several poets, lots of women . . .
And Proust had to pay to have his first volume of Remembrance of Things Past published, I’ve just learned.
jb says: The inheritance allowed him to write.
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