a video featuring Michael Chabon, Peter Cameron, Patricia Bosworth, Patricia Reilly Giff, Camilla Lackberg, and Peter Lerangis on how their fathers inspired them as writers.
What makes this show different than that heat rash Sex in the City, is that it’s cruelly realistic, which of course makes me salivate for it. I love Lena Dunham’s badass writing, its almost like she really doesn’t give a shit how it looks, sounds or feels.
The macabre quality of the stories was so enthralling: Dahl was a writer who could make my spine tingle and my lungs ache with laughter at the same moment. The story about the young girl who sits on a porcupine and has the prickles extracted by a gleeful dentist, Mr Myers, will stay with me forever—“Quite honestly, I cant pretend, I’ve ever pulled things from this end…”
You’re right that editing is just the first level of hell. Getting published can be a nightmare and then you have to worry about how you’ll be received or if you’ll just be ignored. The whole process is pretty miserable, which makes me think that novel writing is for masochists. That old stereotype of the depressed, alcoholic, volatile writer persists for a reason. Even Zadie Smith has said that she can’t read her old novels without dying inside.
All along Richard is on the tip of a big deal, brokering it wildly like some bookmaker at OTB, and Lizzie is torturing a former lover by pretending to be someone she’s not. Lizzie is bored to death, Richard is earning enough for both of them. Their children, Coco the chinese baby is old enough to surf the internet, Jake is winning the “dumbest kid in Manhattan” award every day.