The book I’m ashamed not to have read
I don’t feel
shame about reading habits. Reading anything because you think you
“should” doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. It seems more pleasurable
and more useful to follow whatever bizarre interests and tastes are
peculiar to you.
Joyce Carol Oates on William Trevor NYT 1977
https://archive.nytimes.com/www.nytimes.com/books/98/09/06/specials/trevor-children.html
Trevor evokes potentially tragic situations that do not develop into tragedy: He gives life to quite ordinary people -- men, women and children -- who find themselves locked together by a single event and who are forced to reassess themselves and, as a consequence, their relationships.
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