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Iris Murdoch.
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Iris Murdoch, The Art of Fiction No. 117 Issue no. 115 (Summer 1990)
INTERVIEWER Which tends to come first—characters or plot? MURDOCH I think they all start in much the same way, with two or three people in a relationship with a problem. Then there is a story, ordeals, conflicts, a movement from illusion to reality, all that. I don’t think I have any autobiographical tendencies and can’t think of any novel I’ve written that is a copy of my own life.
INTERVIEWER
Which tends to come first—characters or plot?
MURDOCH
I think they all start in much the same way, with two or three people in a relationship with a problem. Then there is a story, ordeals, conflicts, a movement from illusion to reality, all that. I don’t think I have any autobiographical tendencies and can’t think of any novel I’ve written that is a copy of my own life.
Funes the Memorious By Jorge Luis Borges Issue no. 28 (Summer–Fall 1962)
I remember him (I have no right to utter this sacred verb, only one man on earth had that right and he is dead) with a dark passion flower in his hand, seeing it as no one has ever seen it, though he might look at it from the twilight of dawn till that of evening, a whole lifetime.
Circus By Eileen Myles Issue no. 214 (Fall 2015)
Jill tells me about the show she is making & I thought it’s like Flowers. What kind of flowers am I making. I think that I met you at work. I’m home Now & think what Kind of flower am I making. How do we find the flower, use the Flower spread it around I thought summer’s a good Growing season or is It. Is summer just hot? …
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