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Heather Havrilesky's avatar

I somewhat hilariously sent out a paragraph at the very end that I intended to cut, but upon rereading it I've decided to include it here:

"I have a friend who won a HUGE award and she still talks about how the book didn’t sell, even though she’s a person who has wisely and beautifully criticized the ways that our culture treats commercial hits as successful now while treating quality work that isn’t popular or lucrative as a big failure. That’s not how the written word is supposed to work. You’re not supposed to believe that the value and weight of a work of literature can be measured by how many humans purchase it."

My main point here is not that my friend is uniquely fucked, it's that *all* writers have a bad habit of taking their gifts and their hard work for granted. We measure ourselves with whatever ruler will sting the most when we smack ourselves in the face with it.

It's inescapable. It keeps us writing. Understanding the pure despair at the center of who we are is a kind of mandatory prerequisite for getting up in the morning and doing more, more, more work to be seen, understood, loved. Accepting that it's absolutely sick at some level, that it's absurd and stupid and pointless, that it's about loneliness and love and desire, can be a source of self-hatred. But conflicted, ambivalent, bewildering feelings live at the center of all passion. You don't get to be passionate or driven or inspired without facing your darkness, your fears, and your shame. IT JUST IS.

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Megan James's avatar

Hi, could we get the name of the novel 'no one cares' about, so we can purchase it please?

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