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The Novelist Enters the Library

Writing seeks extremes, any extremes; beauty, awe, structure or lack thereof, enormous weight or lightness, expense or economy, detail, complexity, uniqueness - the ideals it can’t always attain. It is a turning away from the realistic representation of a known reality. But that reality must first be known: its bones and tissue, the lump and foundation of it, the cell and sinew. You must first inhale it and breathe through it. You must enter the library.