I even I, am he who knoweth the roads
Through the sky, and the wind thereof is my body.
I have beheld the Lady of Life,
I, even I, who fly with the swallows.
Green and gray is her raiment,
Trailing along the wind.
I, even I, am he who knoweth the roads
Through the sky, and the wind thereof is my body.
“I would rather read genre fiction than what they call “Quality Lit.” Which is mostly what Knopf publishes, for example. I don’t want to use the word “elitist,” but it’s very narrow-minded — the kind of literary writing you find celebrated in the prizes, the Pulitzers, even the National Book Critics Circle, of which I used to be on the Board, and fought against. It’s recognized Literature with a capital L. So that’s another kind of thing that holds the genres apart: there’s this kind of thing that you’re supposed to write that I just don’t see any reason for writing.“
Ronald Sukenick