Recits
After a little thought, we might plump for an Englishwoman of Flaubert’s time, whose prose would inevitably be free of anachronism or other style-jarringness. And if she was of the time, then might we not reasonably imagine the author helping her? Let’s push it further: the translator not only knows the author, but lives in his house, able to observe his spoken as well as his written French. They might work side by side on the text for as long as it takes. And now let’s push it to the limit: the female English translator might become the Frenchman’s lover – they always say that the best way to learn a language is through pillow talk.
LRB · Julian Barnes · Writer’s Writer and Writer’s Writer’s Writer
Pat Carey is a great man to put out in sticky situations (like when the IMF arrives in town to say the game is up). Nobody does humble like Pat. He soothingly spins out lines like they were sweeties. He is the antithesis of bruisers like Dermot Ahern or Noel Dempsey. Attacking mild-mannered Pat Carey is like kicking a puppy - that soft face and those sad brown eyes looking up at you - sure how could anyone be mad with FF Pat? - even if, for all his undoubted decency and fair-mindedness, he continues to be one of the most doughty and unswerving defenders of/apologists for the Government and his party. On such a dark day for the country, Rabbitte became sick and tired of his political opponent’s reasonable routine. He let fly at the startled Minister.
Miriam Lord’s Week - The Irish Times - Sat, Nov 20, 2010
Still, loath as I am to strangle every man, woman, and child on the planet, it won’t be an entirely thankless task. Clearly I will feel no remorse while strangling Chambers. He is a dangerous madman, and I look forward to sliding my hands around his neck and slowly choking the life out of him.
Charlie Brooker | The words you read next will be your last | Comment is free | The Guardian
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Jane Birkin
Woman is desire … We don’t write at all from the same place as men. And when women don’t write in the space of desire, they don’t write.
— Marguerite Duras
If I’m writing, I write in my head all the time. But as far as inventing, I try to do that only when I’m physically writing. If I get an idea while I’m walking home on the bridge, I think, Close that down, because if I think through a scene, I’ll wreck it by the time I get a pen in my hand.
Paris Review - The Art of Fiction No. 198, Marilynne Robinson
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