The Holy Curse
“Reading may be the most intimate of artistic practices: The work lives in the imagination in a direct, vital way. The author’s voice, his face and back story and style of shirt can only break the spell, get in the way.”
Do we really care what detergent J.D. Salinger uses, or whether Thomas Pynchon picks his nose all day? Scott Timberg in the L.A. Times: Reclusive writers leave their words at face value.
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September 17th, 2007 at 17:39
Writers making themselves a gift to just about anything or anybody are those that don’t know when enough is said. Their redundant presence would be nothing more than an instruction manual of a badly-crafted product.
I always believe that writers as artists shouldn’t do professorial services for his own work. I mean, if God intended to explain His side, He would have installed a holographic organ in our physical makeup so that everytime we prayed we’d just push or pull it.
Authorial mystery is part and parcel of the deeper meaning and worth of a any good literature.