The Road / Cormac McCarthy

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.
You forget some things, don't you?
Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.
Cormac McCarthy, The Road
"To live a creative life we must lose our fear of being wrong." Joseph Chilton Pearce

"If you press me to tell why I loved him, I feel that this cannot be expressed,
except by answering: Because it was he, because it was I."
Michel de Montaigne, "Of Friendship"

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Fiction

Jon shouldn't have fallen in love with Edie. But he did, hence the story. I had to read it over a couple times because time is elapsed and Joyce is much older by the end. How Christie was so aloof about her own work and did not even have the faintest recollection of her violin teacher. In that way, she is like a piece of fiction herself. How she fabricated her identity not only as a writer but also as her own character.

You couldn't even be sure that she had recognized the title of her on story. You would think she had nothing to do with it. As if it was just something she wriggled out of and left on the grass.
Alice Munro, "Fiction"
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