Au Revoir

Here’s Updike, from an interview in The Paris Review, in 1968:

In leaving New York in 1957, I did leave without regret the literary demimonde of agents and would-be’s and with-it nonparticipants; this world seemed unnutritious and interfering. Hemingway described literary New York as a bottle full of tapeworms trying to feed on each other. When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but toward a vague spot a little to the east of Kansas. I think of the books on library shelves, without their jackets, years old, and a countryish teenaged boy finding them, and having them speak to him. The reviews, the stacks in Brentano’s, are just hurdles to get over, to place the books on that shelf.

Fair enough. But he also once said this:

The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.

And you know what? He was right.

Au revoir, New York.

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~ by mackenz on October 23, 2009.

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