Nicole Krauss
Nicole Krauss
Nicole Krauss is an American author best known for her three novels Man Walks Into a Room, The History of Loveand Great House. Her fiction has been published in The New Yorker, Harper's, Esquire, and Granta's Best American Novelists Under 40, and has been collected in Best American Short Stories 2003 and Best American Short Stories 2008. Her novels have been translated into 35 languages. In 2010, she was selected as one of The New Yorker's "20 Under 40" writers...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth18 August 1974
CountryUnited States of America
I forced myself to picture the last moments. The penultimate breath. A final sigh. And yet. It was always followed by another.
I was never a man of great ambition I cried too easily I didn't have a head for science Words often failed me While others prayed I only moved my lips
Because of the illusion. You fall in love, it's intoxicating, and for a little while, you actually feel like you've become one with the other person, merged souls and so on. You think you'll never be lonely again.
If the book is a mystery to its author as she's writing, inevitably it's going to be a mystery to the reader as he or she reads it.
I'm very interested in structure, how multiple stories are assembled in different ways; that is what memory does as well.
I take almost no notes when I write. I have one notebook - this old green leather notebook that my dad gave me a decade ago.
I read like an animal. I read under the covers, I read lying in the grass, I read at the dinner table. While other people were talking to me, I read.
I have realised just how important it is to readers to feel that fictional stories are based on reality.
I have always written about characters who fall somewhere in the spectrum between solitary and totally alienated.
Better to try and fail than not to try at all
There's no match for the silence of GOD.
It is impossible to distrust one's writing without awakening a deeper distrust in oneself.
And he isn't crying for her, not for his grandma, he's crying for himself: that he: too, is going to die one day. And before that his friends wil die, and the friends of his friends, and, as time passes, the children of his friends, and, if his fate is truly bitter, his own children. (58)
To walk into a modern-day bookstore is a little bit like studying a single photograph out of the infinite number of photographs that cold be taken of the world: It offers the reader a frame.