"It’s amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you’d rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind."
"I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem."
Literary Birthday - 4 December
Happy Birthday, Peter Godwin, born 4 December 1957
- In Africa, you do not view death from the auditorium of life, as a spectator, but from the edge of the stage, waiting only for your cue. You feel perishable, temporary, transient. You feel mortal. Maybe that is why you seem to live more vividly in Africa. The drama of life there is amplified by its constant proximity to death. That’s what infuses it with tension. It is the essence of its tragedy too. People love harder there. Love is the way that life forgets that it is terminal. Love is life’s alibi in the face of death.
- I have a theory about this—about the strength of the reaction that so many people have to southern and eastern Africa in particular, and why so many return time and again. My theory is that at some deep, antediluvian level, we recognize it as our global home, the crucible of our origins. This is where we evolved. There’s something about the quality of the light, the vegetation, and the wildlife itself that strikes an ancient, pre-racial, homogenetic chord. That we are all African at heart.
- Africa is a place that, like nowhere else I know, can get you out of your own head. It’s the anti-neurosis.
- One of the reasons I always write — (a memoir) — in first person is I don’t want to sound like I’m telling other people’s stories. But the more of us who write about it from different angles — that’s how you triangulate the truth.
- There is only so much a human being can face before wanting to look away. The descriptions of violence are broken up with other scenes to provide some relief. I had to bear witness to what I saw and heard, however. There was no question of sweeping it under the carpet.
Godwin is a Zimbabwean author, journalist, screenwriter, documentary film-maker, and former human rights lawyer. He is best know for Mukiwa and When a crocodile eats the sun. He is President of PEN American Center. His wife, Joanna Coales, is Editor-in-Chief of Cosmopolitan.
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"When we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience, so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape."
Why C.S. Lewis became a writer →
Happy Birthday, C.S. Lewis, born 29 November 1898, died 22 November 1963.
Why C.S. Lewis became a writer
‘What drove me to write was the extreme manual clumsiness from which I have always suffered. I attribute it to a physical defect which my brother I both inherited from our father; we have only one joint in the thumb. The upper joint (that furthest from the nail) is visible, but it is a mere sham; we cannot bend it. But whatever the cause, nature laid on me from birth an utter incapacity to make anything. With pencil and pen I was handy enough, and I can still tie as good a bow as ever lay on a man’s collar; but with a tool or a bat or a gun, a sleeve link or corkscrew, I have always been unteachable. It was this that forced me to write.
I longed to make things, ships, houses, engines. Many sheets of cardboard and pairs of scissors I spoiled, only to turn from my hopeless failures in tears. As a last resource, I was driven to write stories instead; little dreaming to what a world of happiness I was being admitted. You can do more with a castle in a story than with the best cardboard castle that ever stood on a nursery table.’
From Surprised By Joy: The Shape of My Early Life
C.S. Lewis’s Five Writing Rules
Quotable - Suzanne Collins
I loved watching Catching Fire last Saturday. I think both films in The Hunger Games series have captured the spirit of the books.