Anne Fadiman
Anne Fadiman
Anne Fadimanis an American essayist and reporter...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth7 August 1953
CountryUnited States of America
ice-cream weather errors
It is a grave error to assume that ice cream consumption requires hot weather.
although qualify range
I would like to attribute my range of interests to being an independent intellectual, but although I'm independent, I'm not sure I qualify as an intellectual. Basically, I'm an old-fashioned amateur.
classes couple discovered stories taught took
I always wanted to be a writer, and I did want to be a novelist. In college I took a couple of classes that taught me I would never be a novelist. I discovered I had no imagination. My short stories were always thinly veiled memoir.
literary looking novels parties people problem spend time york
The problem with the literary hothouse of New York City is that people spend so much time looking in the mirror. They go to parties with people who are just like them, and they write novels about people who are just like them. It's limiting.
soul naked eternity
If the soul cannot find its jacket. it is condemned to an eternity of wandering--naked and alone
book use analogies
To use an electronics analogy, closing a book on a bookmark is like pressing the Stop button, whereas when you leave the book facedown, you've only pressed Pause.
children book reading
When the Irish novelist John McGahern was a child, his sisters unlaced and removed one of his shoes while he was reading. He did not stir. They placed a straw hat on his head. No response. Only when they took away the wooden chair on which he was sitting did he, as he puts it, 'wake out of the book'.
missing
You can miss a lot by sticking to the point.
writing dark purple
When I write after dark", observed Cyril Connolly, "the shades of evening scatter their purple through my prose
sleep writing cities
Something amazing happens when the rest of the world is sleeping. I am glued to my chair. I forget that I ever wanted to do anything but write. The crowded city, the crowded apartment, and the crowded calendar suddenly seem spacious. Three or four hours pass in a moment; I have no idea what time it is, because I never check the clock. If I chose to listen, I could hear the swish of taxis bound for downtown bars or the soft saxophone riffs that drift from a neighbor's window, but nothing gets through. I am suspended in a sensory deprivation tank, and the very lack of sensation is delicious.
book believe hands
I, on the other hand, believe that books, maps, scissors, and Scotch tape dispensers are all unreliable vagrants, likely to take off for parts unknown unless strictly confined to quarters.
people literature way
For me, literature is a way of enlarging myself by learning about people who are not like me.
girl father writing
If my father were still writing essays, every full-grown 'girl' would probably be transformed into a'woman'.
children book reading
when I walk into an apartment with books on the shelves, books on the bedside tables, books on the floor, and books on the toilet tank, then I know what I would see if I opened the door that says Private - grownups keep out: a children sprawled on the bed, reading.