There Is An Incompatibility Between Literary Creation

I Was Very Young And Lived With My Grandparents In A Villa With White Walls In The Calle Ocharan, In Miraflores.

I Always Write A Draft Version Of The Novel In Which I Try To Develop, Not The Story, Not The Plot, But The Possibilities Of The Plot. I Write Without Thinking Much, Trying To Overcome All Kinds Of Self-criticism, Without Stopping, Without Giving Any Consideration To The Style Or Structure Of The Novel, Only Putting Down On Paper Everything That Can Be Used As Raw Material, Very Crude Material For Later Development In The Story.

The Foundations Of Liberty Are Private Property And The Rule Of Law; This System Guarantees The Fewest Possible Forms Of Injustice, Produces The Greatest Material And Cultural Progress, Most Effectively Stems Violence And Provides The Greatest Respect For Human Rights. According To This Concept Of Liberalism, Freedom Is A Single, Unified Concept. Political And Economic Liberties Are As Inseparable As The Two Sides Of A Medal.

That Is One Thing I Am Sure Of Amid My Many Uncertainties Regarding The Literary Vocation: Deep Inside, A Writer Feels That Writing Is The Best Thing That Ever Happened To Him, Or Could Ever Happen To Him, Because As Far As He Is Concerned, Writing Is The Best Possible Way Of Life, Never Mind The Social, Political, Or Financial Rewards Of What He Might Achieve Through It.

Nothing Better Protects A Human Being Against The Stupidity Of Prejudice, Racism, Religious Or Political Sectarianism, And Exclusivist Nationalism Than This Truth That Invariably Appears In Great Literature: That Men And Women Of All Nations And Places Are Essentially Equal, And Only Injustice Sows Among Them Discrimination, Fear, And Exploitation.