ellauri107.html on line 154: "Philosophical generalization is completely alien to me—some other writer’s work. I’m a philosophical illiterate." Yep, his philosophy was solipsistic semitism. He had no need to read about it, he wrote the books.
ellauri109.html on line 515: A fiction writer’s life is his treasure, his ore, his savings account, his jungle gym,” Updike wrote. “As long as I am alive, I don’t want somebody else playing on my jungle gym—disturbing my children, quizzing my ex-wife, bugging my present wife, seeking for Judases among my friends, rummaging through yellowing old clippings, quoting in extenso bad reviews I would rather forget, and getting everything slightly wrong.”
ellauri159.html on line 1161: You do your best writing when they feel personally invested in the topic. Use your wrong sense of empathy to immerse yourself in the subject, much as actors immerse themselves in a character. (Choose a subject you really fancy to immerse yourself in.) To stay inspired, look for ways to connect the writing to your ideals. If you’re a technical writer, create a human mental avatar of your technology and use your writer’s voice to “speak” to it.
ellauri189.html on line 256: Iga rated it did not like it Oct 27. It was only after his death that critics realized the originality of Mary, by Malczeski – released in 1825 – that it was in fact the first Polish narrative poem. The injury of an ankle, which Malczewski had sustained defending his lover’s good name, destroyed the writer’s military career; the injury returned and he could not participate in Napoleon’s campaign against Russia in 1812.
ellauri203.html on line 215: Fyodor Dostoevsky´s novels mirrored his life: complicated, tense and full of psychological unrest. He was as dedicated to the women that accompanied him on this difficult journey as he was to the novels that he felt compelled to write. Lets explore the great writer’s relationships with his three key hens, Isajeva, Suslova and Snitkina. (There were more, but they were not key.)
ellauri203.html on line 233: Anna Snitkina did not attempt to change Dostoevsky, accepting him warts and all, which made this marriage the happiest and most harmonious in the writer’s turbulent life. That´s the only working way to survive a hopeless narcissist.
ellauri226.html on line 143: “A heart yearning for something I have known, and which I want back again.” Varmaan se oli Grazian graziöösi persaus. READING: Sea and Sardinia, by D.H. Lawrence (Penguin Classics); Cosima, by Grazia Deledda (Italica Press), about a young lady writer’s ass in Sardinia in the late 19th-Century.
ellauri257.html on line 530: All this to say that the Yiddish writer’s other women — not the sexy but the stolid, those who accompanied him at home for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health — are crucial to the understanding of how he looked at the world. Alma was his anchor. Despite his betrayals, he always returned to her. Her silence, her resignation, might be disheartening to modern sensibilities. Yet she grounded him, and not only as an artist.
ellauri381.html on line 589: Sanya's Red wheels were not translated to English until 2015. This happened thanks to the creation of the Solzhenitsyn Initiative by the Wilson Center’s Kennan Institute. Funded primarily by sperm donor Drew in Cuff, managing director of Secular Cum, the initiative was an attempt to help illuminate the writer’s fancy legwork.
xxx/ellauri084.html on line 819: Millay was a prominent social figure of New York City's Greenwich Village just as it was becoming known as a bohemian writer’s colony, and she was noted for her uninhibited lifestyle, forming many passing relationships with both sexes. A road accident in middle-age left her part-invalided and morphine-dependent for years, yet near the end of her life she wrote some of her greatest poetry.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 227: What stories are “implicitly ours to tell,” and what boundaries around our own lives are we mandated to remain within? I would argue that any story you can steal is yours to tell, and trying to push the boundaries of the author’s personal experience by usurping other people's is part of a fiction writer’s job. At least of drivelists like me.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 292: His works were burnt in the bonfire in Berlin on May 10, 1933 as being a monument of modern decadence. That was a major proof of the writer’s significance and a step toward world fame.
xxx/ellauri215.html on line 137: “A fiction writer’s life is his treasure, his ore, his savings account, his jungle gym,” he wrote. “As long as I am alive, I don’t want somebody else playing on my jungle gym—disturbing my aborted children, quizzing my ex-wife, bugging my present wife, seeking for Judases among my friends, rummaging through yellowing old clippings, quoting in extenso bad reviews I would rather forget, and getting everything slightly wrong.”
xxx/ellauri225.html on line 323: She was a little sharp, though, acerbic, which I gather was not uncommon for her. I was a young writer, halfway through an MFA at Mills College, attending a reading in Berkeley given by my literary hero. I had gathered up all my courage to ask a question. I’d spent a few years writing and publishing explicitly about sex, fighting through my own hesitations and society’s disapproval – my parents were tremendously upset with me for writing under my own name, another writer at a writer’s gathering accused me of being a nymphomaniac, and I even received hate mail from men in India, furious that one of their women was writing about sex.
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 623: What to read? If you get no checks, read Writer’s Digest. Read the how-to books. If you want to read books on writing, you can’t find much better stuff then Stephen King on Writing, anything by Dean Koontz or Larry Block, a very specific mystery writing manual from Hallie Ephron (*1948), Writing Mysteries from MWA, a collection which includes me and my ex-partner, read my blogs and those about the writer’s soul by Molly Cochran. Read “Trial and Error”by Jack Woodford (+1971), one of the great commercial writing geniuses. And be sure to read my long time personal favorite book by one of my all time, all-star heroes, “Dare to be a Great Writer” by Leonard Bishop, which is not 300 pages of “rah-rah boys, go do it” but is instead 329 specific tips on how to get the trucks out of the garage in the morning. Fabulous. Reading and writing and remembering, are the only two of the three R’s that count. Who the hell cares about ‘rithmetic? Except Chuck Berry, who could count 6/8 time like a genius.
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 652: Thank you for a useful and interesting writer’s blog, it really helps with my plumber's block.
xxx/ellauri329.html on line 97: In 2004, Harper’s magazine published Natasha, a first short story by a promising 31-year-old Jewish Canadian writer, David Bezmozgis. This memorable tale of a doomed teenage love between Mark, a Jewish Toronto slacker, and his troubled (shiksa) Russian cousin by marriage was eventually released in a collection chronicling the lives of a Latvian immigrant family, not unlike the author’s own. Bezmozgis’s debut became a cult sensation with critics drawing literary comparisons to Bernard Malamud and Philip Roth. The story was subsequently reprinted in 15 languages. After penning two more acclaimed novels, then writing and directing his first feature Victoria Day (SFJFF 2010), Bezmozgis finally brings his modern classic to the big screen in a remarkably assured adaptation that’s both highly provocative and deeply poignant. At the heart of this emotional, coming-of-age drama are the extraordinarily measured performances of Alex Ozerov as Mark and newcomer Sasha K. Gordon as the sexually precocious Natasha, the dark star who forever alters Mark’s staid, suburban existence. Fans of the writer’s original source material will not be disappointed in David Bezmozgis’s haunting narrative of forbidden love caught between the old world and the new, further proof of this talented artist’s notable command of both literature and the cinema. —Thomas Logoreci Note: Mature Content. A New Life in the west means a second chance for precocious Latvian jews.
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