“I am such a fanatic myself on the subject of form, style, the evidence of intention and meditation, of chiseling and hammering out in literary things that I am afraid I am rather a cold-blooded judge, rather likely to be offensive to a young story-teller on the question of quality. I am not sure that yours strikes me as quite so ferociously literary as my ideal.”
God, I love Henry James.
(Not frequently depicted as the bicycling type.)
“I suppose that is why I write, in order to recompose events, to make them sharper, funnier, than they really were. Above all, funnier. I write to be hard. I do not intend to spare any feelings, except, of course, my own.”
The narrator of Anita Brookner’s 1983 novel, “Look At Me”, who I suspect is riding for a major fall.
Trying to spare my own feelings has taken me up many writing no-thoroughfares, so I recognized myself in this.