Maud Newton's finding she's growing dogmatic about the art of writing as she works her way deeper into her novel.
She's a long way from being ready to climb on a soapbox and start preaching at the passing crowds to repent, the Day of Wrath is at hand, when her book will be delivered from the heavens, there will be a great wailing and gnashing of teeth among writers who have sinned by not modeling their aesthetic after Maud's, and the sheep will be separated from the goats, the Roths from the Updikes, the Moodys from the Pecks, and the Eggerses from the Safran Foers. But it sounds to me like she could get there after a few more chapters.
Meantime, she has intelligent things to say about solving the problem in writing her book that Philip Roth tells the Guardian all writers struggle to solve in writing their books, an interview you can get to from here, but which I got to by way of Dan Green's page.
Which is a reminder to me that one of the things I plan to do on this site is climb on a soapbox and shout out my own writerly doctrines and dogmas. Which is a warning to you to steer clear, I suppose.
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