
“In antiquity and the Middle Ages reading was necessarily reading aloud.”
Source: The Gutenberg Galaxy (1962), p. 94
"It Ain't Necessarily So", Porgy and Bess, Act II, sc. ii.
“In antiquity and the Middle Ages reading was necessarily reading aloud.”
Source: The Gutenberg Galaxy (1962), p. 94
“write what readers want to read, which isn’t necessarily what you want to write.”
Source: The Notebook
"Charles Dickens" (1939)
Context: When one reads any strongly individual piece of writing, one has the impression of seeing a face somewhere behind the page. It is not necessarily the actual face of the writer. I feel this very strongly with Swift, with Defoe, with Fielding, Stendhal, Thackeray, Flaubert, though in several cases I do not know what these people looked like and do not want to know. What one sees is the face that the writer ought to have. Well, in the case of Dickens I see a face that is not quite the face of Dickens's photographs, though it resembles it. It is the face of a man of about forty, with a small beard and a high colour. He is laughing, with a touch of anger in his laughter, but no triumph, no malignity. It is the face of a man who is always fighting against something, but who fights in the open and is not frightened, the face of a man who is generously angry — in other words, of a nineteenth-century liberal, a free intelligence, a type hated with equal hatred by all the smelly little orthodoxies which are now contending for our souls.
"To the lady who berated me, I say: on your bike", Daily Telegraph, 1 August 2002, p. 21.
2000s, 2002
2002-07-10
The O'Reilly Factor
Fox News
Television
regarding the University of North Carolina assigning incoming students Michael Sells' book Approaching the Qur'an: The Early Revelations to read
“On more than one occasion when reading Epifanio de los Santos, one reads Don Juan Valera.”
As quoted by Menendez Pelayo from Manila Spanish Daily in The Manila Tribune of April 19, 1928.
BALIW
“Years ago I read a man named Machado de Assis who wrote a book called Dom Casmurro.”
Machado de Assis is a South American writer — black father, Portuguese mother — writing in 1865, say. I thought the book was very nice. Then I went back and read the book and said, Hmm. I didn’t realize all that was in that book. Then I read it again, and again, and I came to the conclusion that what Machado de Assis had done for me was almost a trick: he had beckoned me onto the beach to watch a sunset. And I had watched the sunset with pleasure. When I turned around to come back in I found that the tide had come in over my head. That’s when I decided to write.
Paris Review Interview (1990)