I remember those writers whose work I read when I do not wish to be inspired, or excited, or demolished but when I simply need to read the finest and best literature. They offer me a cool glass of water – refreshing, rejuvenating, calming. Wonderful, but they don’t make my heart beat. Coetzee. Auster. Mahfouz. France. Nabokov. Roth (Joseph).
-27 April 2015
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