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I should not think of my effort as “writing a novel,” because I don’t know how to do that, and the thought makes me anxious. Rather, my old idea was to “accumulate scenes.” I can write scenes. It’s been five years since I wrote fiction...
Here are some notes on writing and “my method,” especially related to producing first drafts; from March of 2010. This was written early in my prison career; I will post further material on writing from the Prison Diary (which continues for another six years) as I get it dictated into the computer; this particular material...
A title occurs to me: The Curse of Lolita, or perhaps Lolita’s Curse, though the latter seems misleading. Or how about The Blessing of Lolita? I am not taken with it. Later thought: The Lolita Curse; this is the best version. I’ll live with it for a while and see. I’m thinking satire, which is not what I had in mind.
Highlander: I’ll be as honest as I can given that I’ve only ever read your tweets. You seem to me to be a liberal philosopher, slightly damaged, but feisty, a bit cantankerous, but we all get that way with age, and Impassioned about not only your beliefs but with ideas. You like to share.
The following selection from my Prison Diary assumes that the reader is thoroughly familiar with Ernest Hemingway’s famous story, “The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber.” Material in brackets was added for the convenience of blog readers.
He appears unexpectedly, escorting the drunken Branwell Brontë to the Parsonage late in the evening. He is assumed by one of the sisters to be another drunk. When he arrives at the Parsonage the next day, the event has unusual interest...
Reading Lolita, enjoying it but also by turns annoyed and bored. It’s a peculiar book, makes me think that Nabokov was so afraid of his theme that he was unable to handle it with complete freedom—though it is, in fact, franker than I remembered.
So, a new direction, if I decide to stick with it: less philosophy reading, beginning work on a novel "to entertain myself." I've never tried this before, so I have unrealistic high hopes.
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