It’s the words on them that are important. There may not be one Truth-there may be several truths-but saying that is not to say that reality doesn’t exist. When I was young I believed that ‘nonfiction’ meant ‘true.’ But you read a history written in, say, 1920 and a history of the same events written in 1995 and they’re very different. If I waited for perfection, I would never write a word. If it’s a story I’m telling, then I have control over the ending…īut if it’s a story, even in my head, I must be telling it to someone. Too much time has elapsed between composition and publication, and the person who wrote the book is now a different person. Possibly, then, writing has to do with darkness, and a desire or perhaps a compulsion to enter it, and, with luck, to illuminate it, and to bring something back out to the light.Īll writers are double, for the simple reason that you can never actually meet the author of the book you have just read. We lived in the gaps between the stories. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print.
We were the people who were not in the papers. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.
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