Saturday, March 21, 2009

Let us pause so that we may reflect.

From the Geoffrey Wolff's review of Blake Bailey's Cheever: A Life (New York Times Book Review, 3/15/09):
[Bailey] sometimes bores right to the center of complex relationships, revealing their essence in a sentence, as when he explains Cheever’s reluctance to teach while working on a novel, resenting “distractions of any kind, especially the muddling static of apprentice prose." [Italics--it goes without saying--mine.]
On the other hand, I suppose that none of us wishes s/he were John Cheever, either.


  1. Makes me think of Flannery O'Connor's response to teaching: after a day of it, she only felt fit for sitting on the porch with the chickens.

  2. And actually I'm happy I wasn't his wife. Or kids.



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