“We are talking, in the long run, about responsibility; the debt that a writer arguably owes to those who provide him… with his subject matter and his livelihood… The focus narrows sharply down on priorities: does the work come first, or does life?”
-Kenneth Tynan’s review of Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood
I never had any intention of writing about myself. Found the entire premise distasteful. I was working nights slinging margaritas and barbecue in mandatory cowgirl get-up at a New Mexico saloon, by day researching and writing a very long novel of pure, unadulterated, non-autobiographical fiction.
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