For A Much Lauded Writer, I'm Not

I Kept Saying, "stop Me Now. It's Going To My Head." I Got Some Photos. Really, I Did! It's Not My Noblest Sexual Self In These Moments, But I Want To Have Fun. I Want To Undress. I Get Off My Leash To Go Out And Perform. Some Other Writers Are Just Discomforted By The Way I Behave In Public. Because They're Loath To Perform.

It's All Sex For Me. Politics Is Sex. Race Is Sex. It's The Novel. It's The Novel!

I've Created A Narrative Of The World. I Live In The World - Tenuously, Most Times. I've Avoided The Digital World.

The Truth Of The Matter Is, You Lose A Parent To Murder When You're 10 Years Old, And In Fact At The Time Of The Murder You Hate Your Lost Parent, My Mother In My Case.

You Try To Learn Who You Are. You Work Hard. You've Either Got It Or You Don't When It Comes To Writing Books. And You Tend To Only Get These Things If You Want Them, And Want Them To The Exclusion Of Everything Else.