For some reason, I seem to be bothered whenever I see acts of injustice and assaults on people’s civil liberties. I imagine what I write in the future will follow in that vein. Whether it’s fiction or non-fiction.
I don’t think there’s such a thing as autobiographical fiction. If I say it happened, it happened, even if only in my mind.
I did try to write stories in college because I was interested in writing, and I was interested in the sound of language, but I was just no good at narrative and at fiction.
I consider fiction a very high-class form of lying. I enjoy and admire it enormously, but I don’t think I’m very good at it.
Truth is so hard to tell, it sometimes needs fiction to make it plausible.
One can easily classify all works of fiction either as descendants of the Iliad or of the Odyssey.
Fiction allows you to embody certain ideas and give them an emotional reality. The characters allow you to get close viscerally to an idea.
I love painting and music, of course. I don’t know nearly as much about them as I know about poetry. I’ve certainly been influenced by fiction. I was overwhelmed by War and Peace when I read it, and I didn’t read it until I was in my late 20s.
With my fiction, I focused on chapters and overall conceptions, while in poetry, I crawled along in the trenches of each sentence, examining every word for a sign of a deeper significance.
The power of historical fiction for bad and for good can be immense in shaping consciousness of the past.