My idea of going to hell is going somewhere where there are no books.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If I believed in Hell, I'd definitely be going there.
Books are magic: you never know where they're going to end up.
There's books that are about places we will never go, and then there's books that inspire us to go.
I hate thinking about it, teaching about it, and writing about it. But the plain truth is that hell is real and real people go there for eternity.
Doesn't anyone here think this sounds like a vision of hell? While we are all competing or dying, when will there be time for sex or music or books? Stop the world, I want to get off.
I feel as though I've gotten to a point where I don't really want to set a book in any real place ever again.
My world view is that it can all go to hell in an instant, and you have to be ready for it. That's pretty much the central theme running through my work. It's about people's awareness of how uncertain life can be and their trying to guard against that.
It's not just the books under fire now that worry me. It is the books that will never be written.
If I'm going to Hell, I'm going there playing the piano.
If you're going to go through hell... I suggest you come back learning something.