Zitat des Tages von Samantha Harvey:
With 'All Is Song,' I tried to construct a very traditional narrative that pulls no tricks.
Socrates, after all, could be an intensely annoying man, all the time questioning passers-by until they became exasperated.
I conceived 'All Is Song' as a modernised, loosely interpreted version of Socrates's life.
My sister is my sister regardless - has always been and always will be and has no choice about it. This is a love quite distinct from that of a lover, with whom we fall in love, in part, because they are free and have a choice.
The sense of one's past is so strong and forms our sense of self so strongly, it will always fascinate, elude and confuse me.
It's quite difficult to write about female friendship without it seeming to be a very niche subject. It's a difficult balance.
There are many ways to go about a story. And if you give yourself some formal constraints, it just makes the job so much - maybe 'easier' isn't the right word, but because you know your boundaries, you can just play within those boundaries much more, so it's much more fun to do.
I think we often live at a surface level, and that ends up with us in a lot of difficulty because we just function on assumptions and secondhand knowledge.
With twenty six letters, you can create anything you like - any person, any world, any place, any emotion. And they are so potent, so powerful, and at the same time, they're marks on the page, and that's all. There's nothing else to them.
The Japanese have different words for love. To them, it's plain weird that we love spaghetti and love our children and love our lovers, all with the same word, when surely the thing being described as love is radically different in each case.
Being published is a bit like being entered into a race you don't even want to run, but, once running, can't help but not want to lose.
When there's change, and people fear things, they become more dogmatic in their views. They lash out: you can see it in the media, scapegoating and penal sentencing.
One of the most unsettling things about 'Monologue' is its long silences, in which the man sits alone, staring into the middle distance, without grip of his narrative, lost to the past.
