Month September 2022
I’ve done it. I wanted to finish on the 10th anniversary of True’s birth but… well, at this point, I’m happy I managed to get it out at all. My English is broken and my editing skills are bad. The… Continue Reading →
In the Overture to In search of lost time, Proust remembered the moments of confusion he experienced as a little boy when he stayed at his grandparents’ house. He would wake up in the middle of the night and his… Continue Reading →
“Homo duplex, homo duplex!” writes Alphonse Daudet. “The first time that I perceived that I was two was at the death of my brother Henri, when my father cried out so dramatically, ‘He is dead, he is dead!’ While my… Continue Reading →
The characters in my novels are my unrealized possibilities… That is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented. It is that crossed border… Continue Reading →
“However, a creative [wo]man has no choice. [Sh]e may come across [her] his supreme task almost accidentally. But once the issue is joined, [her] his task proves to be at the same time intimately related to [her] his most personal… Continue Reading →