When writers admit to failures they like to admit to the smallest ones - for example, in each of my novels somebody "rummages in their purse" for something because I was too lazy and thoughtless and unawake to separate "purse" from its old, persistent friend "rummage". To rummage through a purse is to sleepwalk through a sentence - a small enough betrayal of self, but a betrayal all the same. To speak personally, the very reason I write is so that I might not sleepwalk through my entire life.
Zadie Smith í ágætri grein um skáldskap sem klúður. Annars á íslenska, merkilegt nokk, ekkert verulega gott orð fyrir failure – hugtak sem heilu menningarheimarnir grundvallast á.
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good i understood that post! - had not visited the blog for a while... great new looks.
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