If I'm reading a book and it seems truly interesting, I tend to start reading back to front in order not to be too deeply under the sway of progress.

With relatively few exceptions, the novel sacrifices too much, for me, on the altar of plot.

I'm wonderfully self-lacerating, probably to my character's detriment. I'm terribly open to critique.

Anything processed by memory is fiction.

Everything I write, I believe instinctively, is to some extent collage. Meaning, ultimately, is a matter of adjacent data.

I take literature as a really serious human activity. It's not just a playful thing. It can be hilarious and wonderful and performative, but I think it's really serious.

Our culture is obsessed with real events because we experience hardly any.