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It is quite understandable that writers are the kind of people who can get creative when it comes to insulting another person. Given the nature of their job, they are proficient in both swearing and metaphors. But what happens when one of them decides to insult a fellow writer? Well, it just gives us something to smile about. Continue reading Harsh Writer-on-Writer Insults
Is suffering necessary in order to create art?
Quite the question, right?
Psychologists claim writers to be some %150 more susceptible to suffer from bi-polar disorder. Also, quite a lot of famous artists suffered from depression, schizophrenia, and a bunch of other disorders.
A lot of them committed suicide. Continue reading TMM: Suffering
“Alone, even doing nothing, you do not waste your time. You do, almost always, in company. No encounter with yourself can be altogether sterile. Something necessarily emerges, even if only the hope of some day meeting yourself again.” – Emil Cioran
It’s my honest belief that people aren’t built to be alone. Most people can’t stand silence. The world grows noisier and faster every day. We rarely stop and look around, we rarely try to spend time alone, to figure things out for ourselves.
“Why?” is the one question that makes us more human than any other, and we’ve stopped asking it. We don’t care.
But artists are different. Continue reading TMM: Solitude
I am a big fan of Latin American writers, especially G.G. Marquez and Julio Cortazar, but I have to admit to the fact that Adolfo Bioy Casares exerts a special influence on me. He lived his life under the shadow of Borges’ immense genius and was often overshadowed by the brilliant prose of a writer who can, with ease, be considered as the best writer never to have been awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature.
But Casares, even though not as famous as his best friend, and most certainly not as brilliant, managed to grow in a different direction and forge a different style. He did all that, but he managed one more thing, for which I commend him greatly. He wrote this short novel.
Continue reading Book Review: The Invention of Morel by Adolfo Bioy Casares
It seems to me that we spend our childhood building our initial vision of the world. We do our best trying to answer as many questions as possible, and in our eagerness to understand everything around us, we name things and label them and we think that we’re absolutely certain that things are exactly how we see them.
And I also feel that we always return to this initial vision. Continue reading How to Become an Artist
“From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer. Between the ages of about seventeen and twenty-four I tried to abandon this idea, but I did so with the consciousness that I was outraging my true nature and that sooner or later I should have to settle down and write books. Continue reading George Orwell: Why I Write