Well, is there such a thing as the writer’s conundrum? That would be, perhaps, a logical proposition as to the role of writers, their responsibility, their freedom. Isn’t it the case that, for example, a writer whose inspiration is drawn from the society of her time, somehow owes that society something in return: her novel, her contribution to the common welfare, maybe the denunciation of evil?
So, how about this writer’s conundrum:
His inspiration came from the characters he created, but, once created, the characters didn’t let him develop the story: they wanted to tell their own…
Image: Jeanne Mammen, Jüngling, c.1943-45