The Penultimate Truth About Philip K. Dick (named after his 1964 novel of humanity tricked into living in underground warrens) seeks out the writer’s friends, colleagues, collaborators, stepdaughter, therapist, and wives (three of them, anyway), assembling a portrait of the man who could create so many textual worlds at once so off-kilter and so tapped into our real worries and obsessions. Each of these interviewees regards differently Dick’s dedication to the pursuits of both literary achievement and psychonautical adventure, his complicated conception of the true nature of reality, his at times unpredictable behavior, and his penchant for encounters with the divine. Director Emeliano Larre and writer Patricio Vega’s 2007 documentary reveals one of the most fascinating personalities in late 20th-century letters, though, as any professor of literature will tell you, we ultimately have to return to the work itself. continue
— Ernest Hemingway - Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech
Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth."
— Albert Camus
— JOHN STEINBECK
— Virginia Woolf
It’s the birthday of Virginia Woolf, born Virginia Stephen in London, England (1882).
After the death of both her parents, she moved with her siblings into the unfashionable — and cheap — neighborhood of Bloomsbury, which soon became the literary and intellectual center of England.
Woolf’s brother hosted evening meetings that came to include D.H. Lawrence, T.S. Eliot, Aldous Huxley, and others.
Woolf suffered most of her life from bouts of depression, and one doctor prescribed long walks as a remedy. It was on these walks that she conceived of many of her novels, including Mrs. Dalloway (1925) and To the Lighthouse (1927). These novels employed a new brand of stream of consciousness, distinct from James Joyce and others.
You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander. We build this place with the sand of memories; these castles are our memories and inventiveness made tangible. So part of us believes that when the tide starts coming in, we won’t really have lost anything, because actually only a symbol of it was there in the sand.
Another part of us thinks we’ll figure out a way to divert the ocean.
This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won’t wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be."
Anne Lamott - author of Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life, Grace (Eventually), Plan B, Traveling Mercies, and Operating Instructions, as well as seven novels, including Rosie and Crooked Little Heart.
— Albert Camus
Sheldon Allan “Shel” Silverstein (September 25, 1930 – May 8/9, 1999),was an American poet, singer-songwriter, musician, composer, cartoonist, screenwriter and author of children’s books. He styled himself as “Uncle Shelby” in his children’s books. Translated into more than 30 languages, his books have sold over 20 million copies.
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer,
A wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er,
A magic bean buyer…
Cpme on in…
Tom Wolfe and Kurt Vonnegut guarding lives.
Marcel Proust playing air guitar on a tennis racket circa 1892