Diez, kāpēc ātrāk nenopublicēju - pāris foršas domas no grāmatas, ko lasīju apmēram pirms diviem gadiem.
I don’t object. It might or might not be true. Writing fiction is a tidal river with strong currents. While flowing with it, one doesn’t think, “Let me now add a splash of symbolic order and a dash of the mother’s semiotic.” You don’t chew on such things when developing a novel. You are too busy falling in love with your characters. (..) Novelists write without thinking. It is afterward, when literary critics and scholars weigh writers’ every sentence that theories are applied. And then when people read those theories, they get the impression that novelists were purposefully creating their stories in such a way-which is not true.
“Come on, you know what I mean,” he says with a gentle laugh. “Can’t you do without thinking for a while?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “Let me think about that.”
Atkal kāds ir uzrakstījis, ko tik daudz reižu esmu pirms tam klusiņām domājusi :)
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