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Wednesday, August 28, 2024


EDNA O'BRIEN
Interview with Philip Roth, The New York Times (1984)

[Roth: Are you surprised that you survived the isolated farm and the violent father and the provincial convent without having lost the freedom of mind to be able to write?]

I am surprised by my own sturdiness - yes; but I do not think that I am unscarred. Such things as driving a car or swimming are quite beyond me. In a lot of ways I feel a cripple. The body was as sacred as a tabernacle and everything a potential occasion of sin. It is funny now, but not that funny - the body contains the life story just as much as the brain. I console myself by thinking that if one part is destroyed another flourishes.