What is literature, and why do I try to write about it? I donโt know. Likewise, I donโt know why I go on living, most of the time. But this not knowing is precisely what I want to preserve. As readers, the closest way we can engage with a literary work is to protect its indeterminacy; to return ourselves and it to a place that precludes complete recognition. Really, when Iโm reading, all I want is to stand amazed in front of an unknown object at odds with the world.
M. John HarrisonSF is an opportunity to have an intense relationship with your own imagination. It's a kind of drive-by poetry, trashy and addictive; it's fun. After that, for me, it's an opportunity to explore that kind of imaginative artifact from inside, and use a little camped-up contemporary science as a way of generating new metaphors around my typical obsessions.
M. John HarrisonManufacture dooms in your head and you will go mad. Reality is incontravertible. Also, it will not be anticipated.
M. John HarrisonHappiness and beauty are the worst things you can have in a life, because you never forget them. They go on and on ambushing you, presumably until you die.
M. John HarrisonWhat is literature, and why do I try to write about it? I donโt know. Likewise, I donโt know why I go on living, most of the time. But this not knowing is precisely what I want to preserve. As readers, the closest way we can engage with a literary work is to protect its indeterminacy; to return ourselves and it to a place that precludes complete recognition. Really, when Iโm reading, all I want is to stand amazed in front of an unknown object at odds with the world.
M. John HarrisonI think it's undignified to read for the purposes of escape. After you grow up, you should start reading for other purposes
M. John HarrisonEgnaro is a secret known to everyone but yourself. It is a country or a city to which you have never been; it is an unknown language. At the same time it is like being cuckolded, or plotted against. It is part of the universe of events which will never wholly reveal itself to you: a conspiracy the barest outline of which, once visible, will gall you forever.
M. John Harrison