Melville House UK

the temptation to bathe in the sun of this idealization often proves irresistible.”

add[ing] to each sentence some little phrase of uncertainty, as if anything that came out of language could make language tremble.

My writing is riddled with such tics of uncertainty. I have no excuse or solution, save to allow myself the tremblings, then go back in later and slash them out. In this way I edit myself into a boldness that is neither native nor foreign to me.