“There’s a parallel between the time my novel takes place and today, just as there is a parallel between Roosevelt and Obama. And if you want to be reassured, it’s reassuring to remember we have often endured a high level of uncivilized discourse and vitriol — Yes! We have!”
“I love the world –the Mediterranean, the countryside, friends, wine and food, architecture, art, the riches of life. Why else does one write or paint, except to try to hold a little of that?”
It was a different book when I started: a two-strand narrative weaving a modern story with a 19th-century one. Eventually, the 1830s characters took over, and their story became the present book.
I carry the lake in my cellular structure and in my spirit, not so much my heart, which I think of as more, hmmmm, sentimental, I suppose. The lake is a part of me; it informs my writing in the same way that my family of origin would inform my writing; I’m not entirely aware of it.
by Athena Kildegaard
What exactly is the place that belongs to us? Are we trespassing when we go back to places we once lived in? And if we go to a place we’ve never been, are we trespassing? Perhaps only the heart knows.
No doubt some work being produced today will not be recognized and well-regarded until 50 years from now.
by Sonya Chung
That not all good or great art is recognized is easy to forget. We readily entrust tastemakers of the day—A-list publishing houses and magazines, the Twitter kings and queens—to point us to ideas, works, and forms that are worthwhile.