I was reading this article Story Love on salon.com today by Jean Hanff Korelitz (cousin to Helene Hanff, who wrote 84, Charing Cross Road.) Ms. Korelitz explains in the article why she stopped writing literary fiction and began writing thrillers. She says this:
"Though I never stopped reading those novels praised for their prose, imagery and characterization, I have developed a tendency to hurl them across the room with increasing velocity. If nothing has actually happened after a hundred pages or so ... whomp! Some of those flung opuses, moreover, are by authors I had previously esteemed for their writing; but their writing alone, alas, is no longer enough to hold my esteem. Harold Brodkey? Beautiful writer. Whomp! Louise Erdrich? Beyond compare as a crafter of sentences. Whomp! After all, I think, life is short: TELL ME SOMETHING."
I just had to share this because I love it! And because Ms. Korelitz is doing a reading and signing of her book Admission this Sunday, June 13, from 4:30 to 6:30 p.m. at the Princeton Elks Club to benefit the Hopewell Borough Public Library. A worthy cause!