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Ironically, Writing A Novel Is Not A Way To Sort Out Your Confusion.

The Fact Is That In This Day And Age I Don't Think Any Novelist Can Assume That A Book Will Get Attention.

After I’d Told Her – The Mall, The Taxi, Cross Stroking My Hair – She Said, ‘did He Kiss You?’ ‘john And Martin Totally Would Have Seen That,’ I Said, And As I Felt Myself Implying The Circumstances Had Prevented Our Kissing, I Thought Maybe This Was Why You Told Stories To Other People – For How Their Possibilities Enlarged In The Retelling.

She Nodded, Jotting Something In Her Notebook. You’re Writing That Down? Has The Interview Started?” Lee, Whenever You’re Talking To A Reporter, You’re Being Interviewed.

I Do Think I Was Trying To Entertain The Reader More Than I Was Trying To Purge Myself.