Again, many apologies, but I’m stalling on adding a proper post, since I haven’t found the time, for lots of reasons, to write much recently. Or, if you want to be critical I haven’t made the time. Either way, for better or for worse, a long, wordy post is in the works, I promise!
For now, I’m going to try a new kind of post, which in the future will consist of very little to no explanation from me, and just contain a quotation or passage from something I’ve read recently that I liked and wanted to share. I like the idea of posting passages from my reading here because eventually I’ll be able to look back and have some sort of record of “where I’ve been”, so to speak. I recently looked over all my photos from my trip (that I’ve been on for over two months now!) and loathe as I was to whip out my camera and take them all at the time, I’m so happy to have them as visual reminders of the amazing places I’ve been. So these posts, which I’ll categorize under “Passages and Quotations,” will be a record of what I’m reading and of what I’ve read, and of particular paragraphs and sentences that intrigue me or puzzle me or simply that I find beautiful. I’ve read whole books that were made worthwhile by the perfection of only a single sentence somewhere in the middle, and I’d like, eventually, for some of those sentences to make their way here.
This particular passage is from an interview with Ernest Hemingway, published in The Paris Review in the spring of 1958 (Paris Review #18), which I read on the second floor (or the first, European-style) of the Shakespeare & Co. bookstore in, appropriately enough, Paris:
Interviewer: What would you consider the best intellectual training for the would-be writer?
Hemingway: Let’s say that he should go out and hang himself because he finds that writing well is impossibly difficult. Then he should be cut down without mercy and forced by his own self to write as well as he can for the rest of his life. At least he will have the story of the hanging to commence with.