I Started With Small-press Publishers, Who Were

Part Of My Mind Is Working On How To End The Thing While I'm Going On. You Need At Least Two Brains To Write.

I Don't Believe, In The End, That There Is Any Such Thing As No Style. Even A Very Neutral, Plain Style, One That Doesn't Use Colloquialisms, Lyrical Flourishes, Heavy Supplies Of Metaphor, Etc., Is A Style, And It Becomes A Writer's Characteristic Style Just As Much As A Thicker, Richer Deployment Of Idiom And Vocabulary.

In Some Sense The Text And The Translator Are Locked In Struggle - 'i Attacked That Sentence, It Resisted Me, I Attacked Another, It Eluded Me' - A Struggle In Which, Curiously, When The Translator Wins, The Text Wins Too.

I Am Basically The Sort Of Person Who Has Stage-fright Teaching. I Kind Of Creep Into A Classroom. I'm Not An Anecdote-teller, Either, Although I Often Wish I Were.

When I'm Trying A New Form- Trying To Do Something I'm Not Used To Doing, Which Was True Of The Novel.