My work is known by too few people for me to be remembered as a writer - that is, beyond those dedicated souls (bless them) who have followed the oeuvre through its various stages. To be realistic, when they and the last of my friends have died, I doubt I shall be remembered at all.

I don't see myself as experimenting in any conscious way, it's perhaps that certain books require different densities of language.

The true experimenters are there but no-one hears about them - the critical/review system tends to concentrate on the handful of 'major' writers and their promising successors; bookshops tend not to sell them; publishers don't promote them. It's the same fate as has befallen poetry.

If I had the luxury of working as a full time writer, I think you would see novels appearing on a much more regular, and frequent, basis.

My work is known by too few people for me to be remembered as a writer - that is, beyond those dedicated souls (bless them) who have followed the oeuvre through its various stages. To be realistic, when they and the last of my friends have died, I doubt I shall be remembered at all.

It's always better if you're next door. Ideas come up at the oddest times. They don't always come up in a conference call.

Until you see the cross as that which is done _by_ you, you will never appreciate that it is done _for_ you.