Aimee Bender
Aimee Bender
Aimee Benderis an American novelist and short story writer, known for her surreal plots and characters...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth28 June 1969
CountryUnited States of America
writing people kind
I'm obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s. It's such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
character tickets plot
Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
writing pages best-work
It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things...
taken fists paper
I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
sky interesting
But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
struggle writing character
Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles I have had with novel writing, and I have put to bed big chunks of work that just didn't sustain my interest.
running blow doors
Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows. As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
kissing years littles
…kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
ideas mind trying
I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
dark hands rooms
With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.
mother children thinking
Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children... It was a fleeting statement, one I didn't think she'd hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us. That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
girl perfect expect-nothing
You're the perfect girl', he said, rubbing his chin. 'You expect nothing.
rope band stories
My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen." — Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
people giving corn
I give boring people something to discuss over corn.