Friday, November 4

This woman, she is amazing

Okay, I have to get out of my head for a bit and write something not about porn.

Like Jeanette Winterson's new book.

Here's a snippet from the blurb on her website, as oblique and mysterious as you'd expect:

Autobiography is not important. Authenticity is important. The writer must fire herself through the text, be the molten stuff that welds together disparate elements. I believe there is always exposure, vulnerability, in the writing process, which is not to say it is either confessional or memoir. Simply, it is real.

Right now, human beings as a mass, have a gruesome appetite for what they call ‘real’, whether it’s Reality TV or the kind of plodding fiction that only works as low-grade documentary, or at the better end, the factual programmes and biographies and ‘true life’ accounts that occupy the space where imagination used to sit.

Such a phenomenon points to a terror of the inner life, of the sublime, of the poetic, of the non-material, of the contemplative.

She has rewritten the Atlas myth. Awesome.


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