Great writing can be done in biography, history, art.
My grief is that the publishing world, the book writing world is an extraordinary shoddy, dirty, dingy world.
What was past was past. I suppose that was the general attitude.
It was a good place for getting lost in, a city no one ever knew, a city explored from the neutral heart outward, until after many years, it defined itself into a jumble of clearings separated by stretches of the unknown, through which the narrowest of paths had been cut.
I am the kind of writer that people think other people are reading.
The biography of a writer - or even the autobiography - will always have this incompleteness.