Well, I Think In My

Well, I Think In My First Two Novels, Both The Characters Are Pretty Neurotic, Which I Would Say That I Am.

Ordinarily, Of Course, I Thought It Best To Remain Inconspicuous, But The Gesture Had A Certain Irresistable Theatricaility, And An Inevitablility. Sometimes You Can Feel The Pull Of What Other People Want From You, And You Sacrifice Yourself, You Risk Seeming Odd Or Sunsavory, To Keep Them Entertained.

There Are People We Treat Wrong And Later, We're Prepared To Treat Other People Right.

I Guess In Life I Find People Who, At First Glance, Appear To Be Very Typical Or Average, Whatever That Means, And Then Turn Out To Have Hidden Qualities.

Perhaps Fiction Has, For Me, Served A Similar Purpose--what Is A Narrative Arc If Not The Imposition Of Order On Disparate Events?--and Perhaps It Is My Avid Reading That Has Been My Faith All Along.