Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Quote of the Day

"I could quote Moby Dick all day, but when I go to write, when I clear my imaginative space of all the clutter and to-do lists of normal life, when I'm just about able to inhabit the blankness of creation but before I actually invent something, the Dickinson poem "After great pain, a formal feeling comes" tends to creep in."

--Adam Johnson




Adam Johnson teaches creative writing at Stanford University. His fiction has appeared in Esquire, the Paris Review, Harper's, Tin House, Granta and Playboy, as well as The Best American Short Stories. His other books include the story collection Emporium and the novel Parasites Like Us. 

His new book is The Orphan Master's Son (Random House, January 10, 2012), which follows a young man's journey through the icy waters, dark tunnels and eerie spy chambers of the world's most mysterious dictatorship, North Korea. Johnson lives in San Francisco.











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5 comments:

JS said...

Fixing it now! Thanks for the tip. Also ordering The Orphan Master's Son!

otin said...

Two of my favorites! Moby Dick was a great adult film and Bruce Dickinson sang his ass off on "Run to The Hills"!

Oh...wait...were we referring to literature? LOL

Terri Coop said...

We mere mortals can't get the daily edition, but I signed up for the reader's version.

Terri

Kristin Laughtin said...

Perfect example of why Dickinson is one of the few poets I've always loved!

ilyakogan said...

I've been told by some people that I'm overly negative... I wonder why? Those people suck!

But... I hate Moby Dick, love Dickenson, and I hope this guy doesn't write his books the way he wrote this sentence. He almost sounds like he is a...professor of creative writing or even worse...

When I sit down to write after a full day of work, feeding dinner to my three kids, washing dishes, giving them an occasional bath (who needs them, really?), putting them to sleep...

When I sit down, a mug of tea in my trembling hand... "Holy f.u.c.k. I have to get up soon," tend to creep in.

Then I write and it's like urinating after being stuck in the elevator for six hours...