Occupation: Novelist Birth: August 17, 1939
Reviewing books is all about coziness. It is all of it a kind of caucus race. Women review women, Jewish writers review and praise Jewish writers, bl….
Book-publishing is all about politics. Agents, editors, which books will be puffed, which ignored, etc..
The man who has faith in logic is always cuckolded by reality..
There is a terrible blindness in the love that wants only to accommodate. It's not only to do with omissions and half-truths. It implants a lack of b….
If on a friend’s bookshelf You cannot find Joyce or Sterne Cervantes, Rabelais, or Burton, You are in danger, face the fact, So kick him first or pun….
I hate injustice, I despise inequity, I condemn hypocrisy, I abhor the lack of reason..
Yellow is vagueness and luminousness, both..
Nothing is quite as bad as being without privacy and lonely at the same time..
There is no loneliness like that of a failed marriage..
Nothing is more subtly destructive than a closed circle of artists feeding on one another. Envy grows from insignificant differences between people, ….
The particular source of frustration of women observing their own self-study and measuring their worth as women by the distance they kept from men ne….
Brent Berlin and Paul Kay in Basic Color Terms demonstrate exhaustively and empirically, the very simple thesis that anywhere in the world, as a lang….
A lover is never a completely self-reliant person viewing the world through his own eyes, but a hostage to a certain delusion..
Where there is no style, there is in effect no point of view. There is, essentially, no anger, no conviction, no self. Style is opinion, hung washing….
The urge for Chinese food is always unpredictable: famous for no occasion, standard fare for no holiday, and the constant as to demand is either whim….
We all end up living secret lives. We create what we are willing to admire and admiring what we shouldn't confess to the secret ofour own sin, our ow….
Adultery is the vice of equivocation. It is not marriage but a mockery of it, a merging that mixes love and dread together like jackstraws. There is ….
One's style holds one, thankfully, at bay from the enemies of it but not from the stupid crucifixions by those who must willfully misunderstand it..
Why should a blacksmith put his hands in the fire if he has tongs?.
September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret..
It's true, you can never eat a pet you name. And anyway, it would be like a ventriloquist eating his dummy..