I Used To Be Fond Of Indian

Hemingway Seems To Be In A Funny Position. People Nowadays Can't Identify With Him Closely As A Member Of Their Own Generation, And He Isn't Yet Historical.

Foucault Was The One Person I Met In France That I Could Talk To. He Was A Mensch. You Know Whether You Agree With Him Or Not Because You Know What He Is Saying.

Of The Female Black Authors, I Really Like Morrison's Early Books A Lot. But She's Really Become So Much A Clone Of Faulkner. He Did It Better.

Critics? How Do They Happen? I Know How It Happened To Me. I Would Send A Poem Or Story To A Magazine And They Would Say This Doesn't Suit Our Needs Precisely But On The Other Hand You Sound Interesting. Would You Be Interested In Doing A Review?

My Assignment Is What Every Writer's Assignment Is: Tell The Truth Of His Own Time.