"I am Writing to try to understand what is happening in the world," said Thursday night’s V. S. in literature v. s. naipaul in the Folio – Literary Festival Internacional de Óbidos. "My writing flows, and I do not do many reviews, because I write very carefully, with great concern with what goes on in the world".
This was one of the ideas that the Nobel prize of Literature was repeated, in various ways, on the stage of the Tabernacle of the Authors, on the first day of the festival, either by responding to the interviewer José Mário Silva was asking, either not responding properly to what he was asking.
"Yes, more than ever," he replied in literature v. s. naipaul to the question "she Still feels the urgency to write?" This time, yes, ” answered. He who, with 84 years old, arrived in Óbidos wheelchair, and barely began to speak, raised soon, the audience that filled the venue, sighs ambiguous, between indignation and ridicule. Maybe I was already too tired to give lectures, must have thought the audience. Too old. Perhaps it should be protected from this.
"More than ever", he answered but in literature v. s. naipaul. "Because I feel that I push for the rest, to an attitude of doing nothing, as if he had written everything down. But I feel a constant concern. I feel that I have to write more and more. Again and again, and again. It’s terrible."
in literature v. s. naipaul has a reputation for being unlikeable in interviews. Be unsympathetic, point. It is not now, has always treated badly the journalists, always treated badly, everybody, says. Starting with those you are close to. When the first woman, Patricia Ann Hale in literature v. s. naipaul, died in 1996, he admitted himself be responsible for his death after 40 years of ill-treatment. Now, poor, exhausted, seeming to carry on his shoulders all the suffering of the world, continues to be nasty, with a beautiful excuse.
"Try again," he said several times José Mário Silva, that not for a moment abandoned the humility smart, a great interviewer. You have been the most difficult interview of his life. The most difficult to interview anyone. "Try another time", he said in literature v. s. naipaul, after long seconds of reflection, which sometimes led to believe have fallen asleep. But no, it was the same reflection. "He is thinking", said the journalist, and literary critic of the Express, to undo questions.
in literature v. s. naipaul thought, and the first thing she thought was if she liked the question. If not liked, asked another. But he had some messages to leave, and these were simple and clear. Questioned about the books that had eventually left unfinished, said promptly: "No, could not do this. That is how I define my career: I finish the books."
As if it were only that the definition of a writer. Also this idea in literature v. s. naipaul expressed in various ways, a strange and limpid coherence that emerges from the apparent chaos of the interview. A chaos acintoso and grouchy that everyone seemed a little embarrassed, and fear for the next moment. By that the writer would not be able to tell, or be able to tell. Only he mastered really the situation. In their silences, in their phrases seemingly out of context.
"When one writes, one should not think that if you are doing something innovative. Simply does the job. It’s as simple as that," he said in literature v. s. naipaul. And the emotion? As if it captures the emotion, tried to the interviewer, interpreting the will that had all of you to boot some ultimate truth, some trick that could be useful to all writers, all artists, all human beings with emotions greater than their ability to express them. How do you get it? What is the secret?
"It’s not if you think about it," said literature v. s. naipaul. "It does work, and there is a moment in which he becomes charged with emotion". And then, on their topics, immigration, the feelings of isolation, detachment and uprooting, I would say: "this Is what I do, but I don’t think much of it". Or: "it Is one of the mysteries of writing, find the themes. No one can do that for us, no one can help us. When we started, we don’t know what to write about, because we don’t have anything to write".
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