It is hard writing about a book. It is hard writing about a life or a literary style. It is hard writing about anything other than politics in this war infested present tense. Let alone writing about something so sublime I can't find a proper word to describe. A maggot, that's what it is, just like writer John Fowles defined it himself, a fancy.
Monday, January 22, 2007
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