Heaps lie on the kitchen and bedside tables to be read or re-read:
Nuruddin Farah, Maurice Blanchot, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Georges Perec, Alison Pick, Vila-Matas, Arundhati Roy, Javier Marías, Amartya Sen, Juan Goytisolo, Amitav Ghosh, Jean Baudrillard, Macherey, Azzopardi, Jean Giono, Futehally, Amitava Kumar, Arturo Pérez-Reverte, Patrick O'Brian, Vassanji, Schlink, Anar Ali, Rattawut Lapcharoensap, Álvaro Mutis, Tariq Ali, Foer, Redhill, Eden Robinson, Hariharan, Fanon, Ismat Chugtai, Hogan, Dai Sijie, Pavese, Akira Yoshimura, Zulfikar Ghose, Catherine Bush, Marqusee, Nabokov, Premchand, Reginald Reynolds, Siddharth Deb, Sciascia, Blanchette-Dubé, Themerson, Pizishkzād, Gramsci, Mo Yan, Arnold Hauser, Perutz, Vainik, Hanan al-Shaykh, Kim Echlin, Hardt, Negri, Yiyun Li, Stifter, Makine, Fedin, Sabina Murray, Hrabal, MacLaverty, Pierre Bourdieu, Mahasweta Devi, Thomas King, Silcott, Hašek, the new Rushdie and Vikram Chandra... Gawd.
Edicts: Fight off sleep as long as you can. Postpone work on the novel by writing blog entries that nobody reads.
Mottoes: the words of Longinus: Art is long, life is short. Work, alas, overflows the space you give it. If there was only a way to suspend time’s passage but not activity...
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