Beginning a new novel is quite something after you've finished one. In some ways it's harder because you know what you're getting yourself into. (Although this writer has an uncanny facility to forget suffering; needing to be reminded even of the things he loathes.) And yet there is a sense of comfort; that every dark thought of futility or insufficiency whilst writing now just echoes pointlessly around the cave hollowed out from mining out the previous work.
And yet, and yet, having...
Published on September 10, 2010 08:09