coldhearted scientist وداد

En el blog de Lisa, supe del escritor noruego Per Petterson, quien dice:

“If you consider it, what you say has less importance in your life compared to what you think. The words you say are also outnumbered by your thoughts.”

Per Petterson

“I wanted to do what the good writers did, and I knew that if I didn’t succeed, I would become an unhappy person.”

“So then I was a part-time, unhappy person for seventeen years because my first book was published when I was thirty-five.”

“I was reading Raymond Carver, Richard Ford, Tobias Wolff, Grace Paley, and especially, Jayne Anne Phillips. She has the voice.”

“And I read people like Paul Bowles and his Moroccan protégés. I read the classics. I made a point of not recommending a book I had not read myself. That took a lot of reading.”

“Nature seeps into us, changing the way we observe life. Humankind tries to avoid this, of course, by destroying nature.”

“[D]aily life, that means work. And it seems to me that work has become almost extinct in modern novels, as if a wall has fallen out of the house of literature, a wall that should mirror all parts of the human experience.”

“I have written everywhere: beside my bed, at the kitchen table, in the living room with my children crawling around my legs. Now I work in a cabin 100 meters from my house. Living in the forest, I have the space I did not have before. Usually I sit at my computer . . . and start with a notion of something, a few sentences that I feel have some sort of substance. I never plan anything; never plot my books. In fact I do not know how to do that. I write when I can, hoping for the best and try to take things as they come.”

Cuando me reeducaron, dijeron que mi hábito de escribir era síntoma de un problema mayor. Si seguía escribiendo, tendría que aceptar esa diagnosis y pasar por un tratamiento peligroso, y mental y físicamente. Me pareció mala idea y para evitarlo ya no escribí. Dejar de presentar el síntoma me salvaría de mayores peligros. La decisión fue buena porque lo que se me proponía era realmente destructivo. Mejor fuera, sin embargo, no escuchar nada. Porque renunciar a tu vida para que te dejen de acusar es muy pesado, y dejar de escribir me entristeció bastante.

Axé.