This I found in an interview with the late novelist Richard G. Stern: “I prefer windows to mirrors. Not just for diversion, or something to study. I like new vocabularies, rhythms, ways of thinking, associations of every sort.”
Stern (1928-2013)
was seventy-one at the time and his literary arteries seem not to have been calcifying.
That’s nearly my age and I appreciate the impromptu pep talk. It’s so tempting to
slide, to get complacent and arrogant about what we think we already know. But
neither do I think there’s anything necessarily magical about the new. The
proportion of rubbish produced by humans remains roughly steady across the centuries.
Most new novels have always been not worth reading. Talent is rare and genius
(Tolstoy, Proust) is virtually nonexistent. And I still plan, as I have for
decades, to read Lady Murasaki.
One of life’s
most embarrassing phenomena is an old person forever striving desperately to be
young and hip – guys my age with ponytails come to mind. “Act your age” has
taken on a new sobering sense. About still writing at his age, Stern says:
“To make
life both appetizing, clear and understandable, what could be a more beautiful
thing to do? I’m sure every serious writer feels this way.”
[James Atlas’
interview with Stern was published in the Chicago
Review in 1999.]
2 comments:
Shameless self-promotion: my blog can be some sort of companion when you eventually read The Tale of Genji, hahaha.
Sturgeon's Law: ninety percent of everything is crap.
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