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 thinking mysterious
The writing I tend to think of as 'good' is good because it's mysterious.
writing feelings lovely
Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
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.
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...
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.
dream writing awake
As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
mom daughter brother
Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn't love me - I felt the wash of her love every day, pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
daughter father language
It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we'd read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
want caves eyelids
My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
thinking unbearable said
I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
moving cutting simple
While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave, the most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
fire rooms cold
But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
circles tails edges
I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q...
space lines dots
I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.