A very interesting blog from Anthony Wilson about writing and illness.
Reading Arthur W. Frank’s astonishing At the Will of the Body recently has given me pause to reflect on the relationship between illness and writing. One of the chief delights of reading Frank’s account of his heart attack and cancer is his beautifully modulated prose style. As I only half-joked, it seems to be written entirely in quotes, each page both measured and solid as a dresser made of teak.
Not having been at my best of late -rest assured: this is not a coded reference to relapsing- it occurred to me that Frank’s book achieves the mastery it does after the event as it were. The past tense is a wonderful thing. It brought to mind another joke, of the friend who told me he read my memoir of cancer Love for Now in double-quick time, to see if I lived.
They are different beasts. Love for Now
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