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8256618 No.8256618 [Reply] [Original]

http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/4954/the-art-of-fiction-no-12-william-faulkner

It is of course a long read, so this thread will very likely not get much attention but i still wonder: How does reading this making you feel? Especially those who also wish to be writers.

>> No.8256700

>>8256618
>those who wish to be writers

It's inspiring, but at the same time there's a palpable sense of frenzy in how Faulkner describes the writer's life/process/etc. And I don't feel the same drive—the drive to steal from my grandmother, for example—to finish my works and to write in general.

>> No.8256916

Thanks for posting.

>> No.8256959

He just said everything I think about, but never say, when people ask me about my stuff. The '50s were certainly a more honest time.

>> No.8257014

>>8256618

>FAULKNER

>[...]My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whiskey.

>INTERVIEWER

>Bourbon, you mean?

>FAULKNER

>No, I ain’t that particular. Between Scotch and nothing, I’ll take Scotch.

What a fucking corncobber pleb. Nabokov was absolutely right.

>> No.8257176

>>8257014
Nabokov-fags are not funny

>> No.8257181

>>8257176
Finally someone says it. Nabokov couldn't write, he couldn't think.

>> No.8257217

>>8257181
>Nabokov couldn't write

>> No.8257223

>>8257217
Nabocuck