28 May 2010
26 May 2010
Sissinghurst, Vita Sackville-West's home after Knole, photo by Beth Dow
I have a memory of a sunken garden with a crumbling fountain, tiny and misplaced. Vita Sackville-West had an atavistic passion for a great house with 365 rooms, 52 staircases, and seven courtyards. Our fodder finds us, not the other way round.
25 May 2010
24 May 2010
21 May 2010
Alamo Bay was added to my string of Louis Malle pearls last night. Strand of pearls includes: Pretty Baby, Damage, The Lovers, Elevator to the Gallows, Bay of Angels, Murmur of the Heart, Au Revoir Les Enfants, and is missing My Dinner with Andre, Lacombe Lucien, Le Monde du Silence, The Fire Within, The World of Silence, Zazie in the Metro and his India films.
20 May 2010
It is bound to be imperfect. But I think it possible that I have got my statues against the sky. -Virginia Woolf, from her diaries
19 May 2010
18 May 2010
17 May 2010
Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer- he bides time, waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. Delay is instinctive with him. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along. I have no warm-up exercises, other than to take an occasional drink. I am apt to let something simmer for a while in my mind before trying to put it into words. I walk around, straightening pictures on the wall, rugs on the floor-as though not until everything in the world was lined up and perfectly true could anybody reasonably expect me to set a word down on paper.
Lost in The Paris Review interview archives.