His new book, A Kind of Confession, isn't fiction: it is a collection of his most intimate diaries and letters, as close to memoir as he may come, timed in a way that feels final.
But I know, I know it is time to quit. Really? No, not really, he says airily. It's time to quit when He knocks me off the chair. I love writing. I saw John Coetzee the other day, who said it's terrible when he's writing, but it's even worse when he's not. But it's wonderful when I'm writing and I'm always writing.
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