Why don't you like the foods I like?" he asks sometimes. "Why don't you like the foods I make?" I answer.
Lydia DavisWhen I'm trying a new form- trying to do something I'm not used to doing, which was true of the novel.
Lydia Davisthe translator, a lonely sort of acrobat, becomes confused in a labyrinth of paradox, or climbs a pyramid of dependent clauses and has to invent a way down from it in his own language.
Lydia DavisAfter Birth is a fast-talking, opinionated, moody, funny, and slightly desperate account of the attempt to recover from having a baby. It is a romp through dangerous waters, in which passages of hilarity are shadowed by the dark nights of earliest motherhood, those months so tremulous with both new love and the despairing loss of one's identity-to read it is an absorbing, entertaining, and thought-provoking experience.
Lydia Davis