A butterfly that dies in your palm
“…literary reputation is a fragile, innocuous, and transient thing—a butterfly that dies in your palm the moment you capture it. Thus: do the work, which is the only thing over which a writer has some measure of control. Paula did the work. It was there for us to find, still vitally alive. In that sense, I wonder if maybe we don’t have all this backward. Maybe certain books and certain writers are not found. The work of Paula Fox, I think, found us.”
From a post in yesterday’s the Paris Review Daily, written by Tom Bissell.
Now I might have to read Paula Fox. Have you read Paula Fox? Or tried to write like Paula Fox?