jeudi 5 août 2010
Paul Auster, LEVIATHAN, New York, Penguin Books, 1992
He rarely talked about himself the way other writers do, and my sense was that he had little or no interest in pursuing what people refer to as a "literary career." He wasn't competitive, he wasn't worried about his reputation, he wasn't puffed up about his talent. That was one of the things that most appealed to me about him: the purity of his ambitions, the absolute simplicity of the way he approached his work. It sometimes made him stubborn and cantankerous, but it also gave him the courage to do exactly what he wanted to do. After the success of his first novel, he immediately started to write another, but once he was a hundred pages into it, he tore up the manuscript and burned it. Inventing stories was a sham, he said, and just like that he decided to give up fiction writing.