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.
“When I first talked to my editor about revisions, I asked if I could rewrite the entire book. My editor gave me the permission to do so as long as I kept the heart of the story the same. The beginning and the ending of the book are the same, but everything else is different and hopefully much better.”
“There’s no doubt that a writer’s background, one’s personal experiences as well as the collective experiences of one’s race and people and country resonate in the work. But ultimately I think it’s the writer’s own inner landscape that shapes and influences most.”
I wouldn’t have guessed that this book would be the breakthrough, that’s for sure. I thought Delicious Foods was the dark, ambitious, difficult, less compromised and strange second novel, a.k.a., the flop, the “cult favorite, ” if it gets that lucky.