On the Structure of My Recent Works
8 February 1999
My writing (as of late) has been like a modern building. It does what it is supposed to do. It houses good and ill, provides shelter for the downtrodden. It embellishes little more than it needs to. The large glass windows give a clear and honest view to the content. The language is an unlocked door which lets everybody in. And it suffers from a lack of imagination. No gargoyles, no columns. Nothing to make anyone really want to go in and explore the place.