Showing posts with label The Remains of the Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Remains of the Day. Show all posts

Sunday, May 4, 2008

The Remains of the Day


"What is the point in worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one's life took? Surely it is enough that the likes of you and I at least try to make our small contribution count for something true and worthy. And if some of us are prepared to sacrifice much in life in order to pursue such aspirations, surely that is in itself, whatever the outcome, cause for pride and contentment."

Kazuo Ishiguro
The Remains of the Day

Friday, May 2, 2008

Reading


I've hit that wall; we writers do. It's time to return to the work of others, to be reminded (which for me is akin to being taught all over again) how pacing works, how suspense is hung, how knowing gets subsumed by feeling. Here on my desk, five books: The Remains of the Day, The Unaccustomed Earth, Anne of Green Gables, King Baby, and Sweeping Beauty. Reading them sometimes side by side. Hunting for epiphany. Hanging on hope.